I was working back in the shop tuning some skis when my boss came in to inform me that Tanner Hall was coming in and needed to borrow my skis because he broke his, and he was about to head out to Hood for summer shred. I allowed it, as I wasnt going to be using them any time soon.
Flash forward to the end of summer, Tanner comes back to the shop with my skis, which he ended up snapping in half. I was pretty pissed, but couldnt really do anything about it, so he went on his way.
Flash forward again to a new day (who knows how long it was in between the scenes in my dream) a package arrives addressed to me from Tanner. Inside was a giant Rasta Lion hoodie and a pair of T.Hall Pro Model HEAD skis! (Yes, I know T doesnt ride for Head, which made it that much more weird) I went to my boss and yelled at him how Tanner was a big dick for sending me head skis because I hated head skis (which in real life, my boss loves head skis) and he got pissed at me and told me to blame Tanner & low and behold in walks Tanner, and I threw the ski at him spear style straight to the dome.
And that was my dream...