Sledding

I started to remember the details of this dream when it saw me outside, in the snow with winter gear standing next to my longtime friend Maria- we commented to each other about how much it had snowed. Apparently we were in Moline but the town looked more like Vail. Each of us had a sled so we sledded down a street only to get stuck. Spotted more hills and tracks just to the right so we took them too. Great fun. We wound up at my place (my childhood home) and went in. I asked my brother to come sledding but he stared at the computer screen watching the status of the weather over Japan because someone he knows is there, in danger of "the weather". One sister declined offer too. My Dad was there--but a younger version of my dad, say 15 years younger. We were all in this condo. Must have retrieved memories of 1992 and Colorado and mixed them together.