My conscious self is well aware that I live in Chicago now, but my subconscious hasn't quite caught up.
In this dream, my mother and I are spending a night at Timberline Lodge. We check into our rooms, put our stuff away, put on our snowsuits, and go outside to ski. (I have never been skiing before in my life, so all these details are the way my subconscious has imagined it to be.)
We're waiting in the line for the ski lift, and suddenly I turn into a woman who I somehow instinctively know is my Aunt Selina. Though I have fifteen or sixteen aunts and uncles, not one of them is named Selina, and not one of them looks at all like this woman does -- short, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of Italian-ish. But here I've turned into her.
