I could hear the snow melting as I was falling asleep last night... drip, drip, drip. Maybe that contributed to my nightmare. We were out for a team ski in a a nice lake valley when a bull moose decided we were evil. It was a scarier version of the game sharks and minnows. And we were the minnows. I didn't get trampled, but Don did (sorry, Don, I don't know why the moose singled you out). I'm not really okay with it when I start having dreams about getting chased by moose when I'm skiing. It probably means that I'm thinking about skiing too much. Or maybe I'm finally truly a Skier. Like how when you're learning a language you know you've got a handle on it once you start dreaming in it.

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