Moved a whole snowpack with my bare hands

Last night I dreamed I was on a slope I know well, but the snow was wrong—it was warm and heavy like wet concrete, and I was just pushing it downhill with my palms, no shovel, no gear, just this terrible slow understanding that I'd already made the call to cut it loose. Woke up sweating, checking the avalanche forecast out of habit. I think my brain is still doing risk assessment while I sleep.