Atticus was back!? Or at least was hanging out with us. Me, Fizz, Joh, CA, and Atticus were going downhill skiing. Or we were at Cascade Mountain, anyway. I had been trying to think of the name for "Portage" earlier for some reason and that led us here. But instead of skiing we were making cables (I like making cables). This was some 8-conductor stuff, and each conductor was bundled with a whole bunch of others to make thick cables of just that one conductor of several other cables. They would all be crimped together at the end (this doesn't make sense, and I was questioning how that would even woprk in the dream. Not only is it useless, but there's no way you could fit the ends of those big cables into a little connector). The numbers were a little funky. Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 7. If you drew a diagram with number on one axis the 8/7 switch was obvious and annoying. But it turned out that the way the conductors were used, each pair was twisted together (1 and 2, 3 and 4, 5 and 6, 7 and 8), so 'it didn't matter' that 7 and 8 were switched around. By which, did I mean that it wasn't noticeable when looking at the cable, or that they were actually interchangeable? Mmh.

There was some stuff about traveling between towns on country roads. Which I'm pretty sure was a continuation of another dream I had months ago.