In this cool skiing dream, I was swooshing down a large mountain at the Squaw Valley ski resort. At first I was on some lush powder and then I was on dirt and small rocks. I could see other people skiing on the snow but I couldn’t seem to get myself off the dirt. I then skied over this jump and caught some pretty good air.
By mid air I noticed I was now flying over a small rectangular lake that was surrounded by bleachers with thousands of screaming fans. As if I knew what I was doing, I performed some twists and flips and landed perfectly on a stage at the far end of the lake. The crowd stood up and gave me a standing ovation.
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