Dreamed the snow had stopped being snow

I'm standing at the top of the gully I've climbed a hundred times, and the snow looks right but it won't hold — every step, the whole slope peels away in sheets, silent, like it's mid-thought about leaving. I radio down to the patrol hut and the radio just gives me static that sounds like wind through a skeleton. I wake up and check the avalanche forecast before I even pee. Lately the mountain dreams are the only ones that make sense to me.