What makes for a dream like this?

I can't recall anything from the evening before. Not even a report of snow.

I am in the mountains, hiking naked. But the others in the party, who are all men, are bundled up in parkas, all black, and it seems like their parkas are all one-piece, both pants and jacket combined. They look like bears. They all have black beards.

My breasts are surprisingly large. I look down at them. I wonder if I am fully a woman, but I can't see below my breasts to make sure.

"There's no snow here," someone crumbles, "none at all."

"The bitch! Why did you lead us on?"

Before I can answer, they have pushed me down. They have pinned me down. A man stands and steps on my right hand. Another steps on my left hand.

They all are exposing themselves now. They all are very big, I realize. They would have to be very big to be visible through those bulky down-filled black pants.

One of the men gets down on his hands and knees, and holds my jaws open. The men are all rubbing themselves.

One by one, they squirt into my mouth. I can hear the weird, gurgling sound it makes, like a capuccino machine, as it squirts in. Each one has so much of a load that I fear that I'm going to choke.

I have the image of a toilet that has been flushed and the water is rising, gurgling, and seems like it might spill over the edge.

Now I see myself being filled up. It's like pudding, white pudding. Each man's load comes out very thick, and adds to what is in my mouth. They seem to do it over and over. Some stand over me and it plops down. Others get very close, so they can guide every drop of it inside.

Finally, I realize that they've filled me right down my throat, like a clogged drain. I am choking! I am choking!

Up bubbles all of their white fluid, cascading over my lips.

Insanely, it all overflows onto my face, into a white sheen, into snow.

The next image is of five men skiing on a snow bank.

Where am I? I think that I have become a mound of snow.

Now, I am in a pair of my favorite lace panties. White lace panties. I gently pull the waistband, and look down at myself. I am erect. I wonder if I can make little snowflakes come out of the tip. Isn't it usually hot? White and hot?