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I found myself between a very large mound of snow and a long fence. There were others with me and we were trying frantically to keep the path between the mound and fence clear despite the falling snow. I had a shovel with me and was constantly throwing more snow onto the mound, but it was obvious that we would be able to prevail. It was dark, but the storm was passing and eventually the path was clear enough for easy transport. I decided at that point to throw the shovel onto the mound and climb up it (it was a sheer cliff about my height). I pulled myself up and noticed a whole bunch of kids on the top of the mound, which is really a long hill with a gentle slope (on the other side of the sheer drop). They were all sliding or tobogganing down. I pulled myself up, and then slid down on my belly.
I then found myself in some sort of tea house. It was a very large one with many rooms. I could see kids playing in the snow outside through the windows, and I wandered around looking for a place to sit. I was loosely associated with a group of patrollers and I eventually found my way to the backyard. It was warm and sunny back there and I saw a number of patrollers reclining and relaxing in the sun. A number of towels were being hung out to dry. They all had the patrol crest and I looked for my towel. It didn't take long as I found my name stitched to the bottom. There were a lot of dull red splotches on it however. I guess the blood won't be easilly washed off this guy..
