Dreamed the summit was already inside the tent

I'm guiding a group up a ridge I know by heart, but the weather keeps resetting — same clouds, same wind, same client asking if we're almost there. We finally pitch the tent and when I unzip it, the summit is inside, snow and all, no bigger than a room. Nobody seems surprised except me, and I just stand there holding the stove, trying to remember if I've done this route before or if I've only ever dreamed it.