Again, there were many segments. I started out on a black diamond ski trail. I had an aerial view of the entire trail; there was a narrow path down the middle with icy flanks on the sides. There was nobody skiing down. There were no trees either. It was all clear, icy blue, white, with snowy mountain peaks in the distance. A gorgeous scene. Suddenly, I was following some kid skiing down this black diamond hill. I was the kid for the exhilarating ride down. I swerved with him, I zoomed with him. Then I was watching a TV reporter commenting about this kid skier.

   At the bottom of the hill, after that breathtaking ride, I wanted to experience it again. I looked back up the hill and saw cables with chairs soaring overhead. I glanced to my left and saw the chair lift boarding. Somehow, I got on a chair before it arrived at the station, so when it actually reached the station, it didn't stop and I didn't get off, but it just kept going and swung around the corner and started heading back up. The lift looked something like this:

   You could sit on either side; I chose to sit on the side facing the direction the chair lift moved in. It 'drove' on the left side of the road. I quickly discovered on my way up that my chair was extremely unstable. It kept wobbling from side-to-side like a sideways swing with no ground below to slow me down. As we approached a support pole, I kept thinking to myself, "Don't wobble, don't get stuck." And then of course, I did get stuck:

   As the chair lift moved forward, the loop around the pole got tighter and tighter and eventually it jammed and halted the entire chair lift. Somehow, the person in the chair in front of me climbed to my chair and he held up my chair lift as I unwound the loop. Even after that, the chair lift would not start working again, so I climbed down the pole. The person who helped me out jumped down. The people in the chair behind me climbed to my chair and for some reason they broke off the top of the pole. Perhaps it was so in the future, wobbly chairs would not get stuck around it.

   Next thing I know, I was in Mexico. Rural, semi-arid Mexico. Sort of like one of those Western cowboy towns, except with more of a Mexican flavor - more friendliness. There was some sort of massive complex there. I was running around inside with a couple of friends. It reminded me of a giant warehouse set up as a maze. The pals I was with knew exactly where to go, so I reacted to their sharp turns and stair climbs as quickly as I could and followed. We ran around this circular room with a giant column in the middle. When we got to the other side of the room, I saw that the column had an opening on one side that was a staircase. We ascended and entered a polygonal-shaped room, like a hotel corridor. There were many doors like in a hotel's hallway. We entered one on the left and found my dad.

   We went back outside, and I had my cubes. I took out my 4x4x4, tried making a turn, and experienced an explosive pop. A pair of edge pieces fell out along with some adjacent pieces. Also, the entire internal core mechanism fell out. But the rest of the cube remained intact. I was left with an empty compartment which seemed like an excellent secret storage place.

   Okay, shortly after arriving in Mexico, I knew there was someone stalking me, trying to identify who I was. Near the end of the dream, I was exiting a Mexican restaurant and bumped into my stalker. He led me into his lair. He had lots of fancy equipment; he said the way he found me was actually through his friend from some city in The Netherlands, probably The Hague. Max Chang and I had been there earlier in the dream, looking for a patient in order to deliver something. Over there, we had been stopped by a person who questioned us extensively before admitting us. This was the contact that my stalker discovered my identity from. He then showed me all the personal information he had collected about me on a computer.

I had many dreams over Winter Vacation 2006, but because I procrastinated until now (Saturday, February 10, 2007) to post about them, I forgot most of them. The only one I still remember involved a marching band competition set on a sloped beach in Mexico.

I remember waiting in a very long line, as if in line for a popular amusement ride. There were barriers and bar rails to guide the direction and flow of the line. There were many steps to climb as well. As I climbed higher and was able to see over a wall, I saw a great slope of sand descend down to the sea. It's hard to tell from my terrible picture (an awful attempt at depth perception), but the people standing at the bottom of the picture are supposed to be way higher than the marching band members, who are the specks on the beach. It's sort of like looking out of Mr. Kleinbaum's or Mr. O'Neil's classrooms down onto the slope outside the commons. Except rather than grass, there was sand. And rather than being boxed in by the 100 wing on the other side, the beach was surrounded on either side by cliffs.

I'm not sure how I knew I was in Mexico, but I just knew. I guess since I imagined this dream, I imagined it being set in Mexico as well. I wasn't part of any marching band that performed, but I remember wishing to be. All the bands that performed were spectacular - they reminded me of those at a Drum Corps International competition. I recall some cool special effects, such as color guard swimming in the water and standing on a buoy in the water.

I wish I still remembered some of my other dreams because I still remember thinking they were more significant than most. However, procrastination strikes again and this is all that's left.