toutrimon

okay, this is stupid.  Just spent a half an hour looking for the image that was in my dream: the snowy, superstormy hillside that we (who?: me and Andrea, I think, but I'm not sure) were descending and a bit lost on.  We were on an early early morning hike, still dark, and no one would know where we were.  We had no shoes and as dawn came on we could see we were turning very blue (why do I never have shoes or boots when I dream of snow?).  We are little girls. Then about twelve.  Anyway, just as it is getting serious, we find ourselves at the base of the mountain where there is a lodge/hotel.  We find a room vacant just behind the wall behind the cashier's desk.  On the bed is a  form signed by a man so we think the last tenant has checked out and we will have until 11 to warm up.  We make some note of this - that one can easily occupy a room after the person has checked out and before the cleaning women come.  [more about death, I guess] We expect this will be how we will get by generally.  And no one will know. We rest and later the cleaning women come in and don't seem to know we have just crashed there without paying.  They clean all around us.  We take our many stuffed animals (I have a soft, big grey elephant that did help some when we were out on the mountain).  [the elephant in the room?]  We go out into the lobby where we think we've gotten away with it and won't have to pay.  We want to call up the hill where people should be sick with worry at our absence, but when we get through, no one even knows we'd left.  (how pathetic)  (and yes, we get caught, must pay)

(this is all quite dull in the retelling but was so specific in the scale of the mountain  the cold of the storm and the frumpy, fussy personalities of the people in the resort - details I'm too lazy to put in).  soo groggy.  had some weird chinese diet tea before bed that seems to clearly work by tying ones intestines in a firm sheepshank then shaking them out like a nasty, old rug.  geez.

anyway, since i'm bothering.  later back at the wee chalet or wherever it is we're staying (emphasis on the wee) (and also on the we: my mom, my brother, my sister's three girls).  there are others there too.  Everyone is starting to hike up the very steep and very snowy mountain - ten feet straight up to start, sinking into one's knees at every step..  Naturally, I have no boots and no gloves and have to go back to search for them while the others are already advancing up the hill.  They come back for me until I have my gloves and someone writes in skywriting that quickly fades "Toutrimon!"  That is the mountain we're all suddenly so excited about, so driven to get to  (though my mom keeps wanting to go to Utah; In the dream Andrea has driven mom to see some place she was nostalgic for three days running. - weird, because - I think - Andrea has been with me).

I climb behind the two little girls and tell them to 'catch that one!' They pass her by and I reach out and barely get her slippery hand.  I think it is one of ours but I see a red-headed man come round a snowy tree looking terrified then relieved that I have his little daughter at the end of my reach.

Tout tri mon.
or Tou tri mon.
I love the puns in dreams and feel this is one but the internet and french/english translators don't help.
I can think of is all. three.mine.
Perhaps something of the responsibility (and adventure) of taking care of her girls.
Maybe something altogether different.

aha!  just tried fr/eng translation of  'trimons'  v. to slave away, drudge.
all slaving away and drudgery.  uh, yeah.  could be
all uphill now... I'm the last to get going.
hoping for a nice vista in the future - that it's worth all the effort.
hoping to maybe save a baby or two along the way.

- and now where did my boots go?