Puffin

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Since ski hills are near impossible to describe, especially from a first-person point of view, I'll begin by describing the top of the hill, which was the size of a small house.

It was the middle of the day, the sky was blue and there were little to no clouds in the sky. I was on the top of a ski hill that had irregularly-shaped mounds of snow everywhere, and was dotted with pine trees, especially near the edges. It looked pretty natural. There was one path, a few meters wide, that traveled along the top of the hill and went down the side. This was one ski path that you could take to the bottom. My friends and I, around ten of us, were all on the top and wondering which path we should take. I looked behind us and saw the second ski path. I couldn't see what either of the paths were like, and there were no ski hill signs, so we decided to take a chance and go down the second one.

I watched as my friends (all wearing skis and jackets, no ski pants) went down the side of the mountain, which curled pretty quickly. I pushed off with my skis and went down; I suddenly realized that the hill was a straight 90-degree drop! I felt something fasten against my waist, like a belt, and I began to accelerate down the hill. My skis weren't planted on the snow, but instead I was floating a few inches away. I was in the middle of the group the whole way down; some people were ahead of me while others fell behind.

The situation cut off before I got to the bottom, but I ended up on another ski hill (probably in the same dream). It was still day, but this time, I was in the middle of a wide ski hill edged by pine trees, and it was a very gradual slope, probably twenty degrees. Someone passed me on skis, and I knew it was my friend. The ski hill curved, and beyond the curve was hidden by trees, so I didn't know what was past that. I decided to go down too, and see what was behind it.

I began to ski and as I rounded the corner, I saw a massive flood at the bottom of the hill. There were pieces of snow sticking out of the water, as well as a few small icebergs floating. There were a couple of people scattered around the base of the mountain, out of the water. I kept going and had to really stomp on my skis to avoid flying into the water at the bottom. I looked around for my friend, and she was nowhere to be found. I continued to scan the area and noticed ski tracks going back up the mountain; my gaze followed them and I saw her standing where I used to be on the hill. "Oh, come on!" I said, slightly exasperated.