This feels like a mish-mash because I can’t really recall the sequence.  There was an element of going down and to the left, which was on a rocky slope, which seemed like summer time on a ski hill.  I think I had a Cayenne.  I ran into some guy who maybe was a car salesman, and he seemed to want to have a chat with me, about something I’d written, not quite sure.  Then I remember being on a snowy slope, which was more like a ski slope as one would expect.  I saw something go down and to the left which I wanted to follow or catch up with, but it went quickly and out of sight.  I tried to follow it by going around some large rock that was roped off, but ended up having to go further and further to the right, almost like a sideways traverse of the mountain. I was going down in a sliding fashion, without skis, so it was just like my boots were the equipment, so there was no carving, no turns, just straight.  I got over to a section which I think was like the top of a chairlift at mid-mountain.  I just recall passing by other people, like moms and their kids as they were coming up.

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