Dreamed I was guiding a client who kept melting

Last night I was leading a rope team up a couloir and the woman on the middle kept turning to slush. She'd hold a hold, it would go soft in her hand, and she'd look back at me with this apologetic expression. I kept telling her to trust the ice axe, but my voice came out as the sound of crampons on rock. Woke up before the shoulder, which is probably for the best — I don't think she was going to make the rappel anyway.