:: begin dream sequence ::

i'm looking down at a ski trail after the first snow. there was ice beneath, so the snow is blowing all over the place. there are a bunch of trucks driving down the trail, zig-zagging back and forth messing up the pristine white trail. because of the ice the trucks are all spinning out and crashing into the woods.

the gun goes off, and i hurtle myself out of the starting gate. somehow, i'm in the middle os a snowbaording competition, and it's on a trail that i'm very familiar with, and no one else seems to be. i know the shortcuts, where the speed zones are. i'm fighting for the lead with one other person, but i seem to know them. they are one of my best friends or something.

we're neck and neck right up to the finish. but the end of the trail is different than it usually is. there's all sorts of stands and podiums, and a wall. you either split off to the right or to the left, and there are no signs. i make a pick, and my friend goes the other way. it turns out that the finish line w as the way that i went, and my friend realized this right after he made the turn. he stopped, hopped back, and came in second.

but i won. i've never won anything. the person in charge of the race is telling me that i've won this big trophy, all this money, and a subscription to the "snow life" magazine because they sponsored the event. i remark to her that it's great that i'd won a subscription to that magazine because i would have never been able to afford the ripoff cover price.

:: end dream sequence ::