I dreamt that I was climbing up a snowy mountain. I could see a long way down, but I do not remember looking up. At some point I saw a car burst out of the mountain’s flank below me, leap in the air, and plunge into snow. After a couple of bounces, it started tumbling. Another car followed it a moment later. It slid down a slope, leapt in the air, splashed into deep snow, turned around, and than started tumbling like the first one. The snow muffled the sounds. In fact, I do not remember hearing anything. I am not sure how many cars I saw tumbling, but I remember that there was some kind of reason for what I saw. All this made some sense while I was dreaming. I attempted to commit it to memory, but it evaporated by dawn, as often happens. This morning I cannot tell whether I witnessed a freak accident in the mountains or a new sport.