FryingMan

bedtime ~23:00-23:30

wake 06:00

+ I'm standing on the ocean coast in a fairly large city, it's built up with walkways, water on my left. A large single-file procession of blue Indian elephants is emerging from the water and heading up on to land. I think they've sum a very far way, only to arrive for a live of slavery. I'm climbing up over green metal railings to move higher up away from the water. At the top there is a mailbox which I open, and it's full of letters and colorful postcards from well-wishes and people offering advice.

+ Standing on a snow hill, at a corner where very skilled skiiers (racing?) are "parallel sliding" down a very narrow and steep portion of hill (only about one ski-length wide), then zooming around the corner and proceeding down the hill. I'm looking closely at how they are holding their feet. It's just just a simple parallel "hockey-style" slide, they actually have one foot out of their boot and that ski is upside down, and they have a complicated stance with the free foot on top of the skis and their legs really held tightly together. I imagine it's quite a trick to get their feet out at the hill and put them back later. One of the skiiers is (I think, doesn't really look like him) my late Scoutmaster NB (with a beard).

I move higher up the hill and enter a sort of gift shop where the floor is covered in ice and people are skating (?). I notice a lot of little trinkets spread around (on foldable music stands?). Someone is with me and they are saying something like "this is what you get with local delivery"

Standing on the ski hill in the snow, at the bottom of a run, moving up the hill, I'm thinking about the inflatable, 2-man canoe-style sleds that are racing, and that a winning team (mine?) had the strategy of just not breaking at all until they were close to the bottom. I'm saying "so, they probably had to start breaking about a kilometer from the bottom?" I'm imagining they're breaking with their hands and feet.