I was watching a boy (about 15 years old) who was about to take part in a ski contest. As I watched, however, I seemed to actually be the boy. Hundreds of people were skiing in a big race which was going to last a long time. As we raced along, I seemed to be more powerful than most of the others, and I was able to pass them.

Another fellow was skiing right along side me. He and I had started out far in the rear, but we had caught up and were passing the others as they tired out. Now the competition was between him and me. We reached a hill which we were supposed to ascend. But he made a wrong turn and began descending the hill. I stopped and began going up the hill. This would put me ahead of him.

As I trudged up the hill, I could only take one step at a time in the deep snow. I didn't know how the race would end, but I knew I was becoming tired. Knowing I still had a good chance of winning, I kept moving forward.

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