summary of the plot of this dream:
protagonist and abusive…boyfriend? fiance? husband? are traveling to visit the protag's family which is on the other side of a mountain.
an avalanche destroys the lodge they were staying in right after the abusive partner attacks the protagonist in the most violent way so far, he gets buried under the rubble, the protagonist, in shock, manages to walk (whatever they used to get up there is broken now) back halfway down the mountain to the next stopping point, hoping the abusive guy is dead.
The people running the rest stop pull the protag in from out of the snow, and manage to ask (after getting the protag inside out of the cold), despite the language barrier, if there was anyone else in the lodge when it was destroyed.
The protag says yes, and is just too shocked and confused to explain the situation. So the nice people go back up the mountain super fast in some sort of thing (powered sled? normal sled? dragons??? we just don't know) and rescue the abusive boyfriend-fiance-husband, who has a concussion, in like, an hour. When it took the protag like, half a day and the entire night to walk down. in the snow. in the cold. That's just. so terrible.
So then the very nice people are confused about why the protag is panicking so much about the fact that he's alive.
And that's when the dream ended!
I blame Guy de Maupassant. Many of his stories are just like "hey here's a sad thing that happened. that sucked, didn't it?"
I was not lucid but I was aware this was a dream so at some points I attempted to change the plot but it didn't work. No time travel allowed in this story apparently!