Liz Baumann

Dream I had last night:

I was skiing, someplace I’d been snowboarding before. My sunglasses wanted to fall off and without them I couldn’t really read the signs, but then decided I didn’t want to bother with them anyway. I ended up somewhere familiar, but then I found out the run turned into a whole bunch of jumps. At first I was trying to back up and let others go ahead of me, thinking I would go walk back to another run. It was difficult backing up though and I decided instead to just give it a go. I went, and the first jump wasn’t too high, but then I landed and the surface was ripply. I did not fall though. There wasn’t a lot of snow but the plastic or whatever beneath the snow was fine to ski on. There were more jumps ahead and I had a choice to veer right for different kinds of jumps, ones I’d done before while snowboarding. I was heading there but then decided to go back left to where I hadn’t been before. The next jumps on the left were even bigger than the first one, the first of these was really tall. But I managed it. I wondered how, why wasn’t I falling?

Side note: I haven’t downhill skied in years, preferring snowboarding now, and I never did any jumps on skis. Last winter I snowboarded a dozen or so times and started teaching myself jumps. I haven’t been to the mountains yet this winter.