Last night I dreamed the snow was whispering the forecast back to me

I'm standing on a ridge I don't recognize, and the snowpack is talking—not in words exactly, more like a low creak that spells out 'weak layer, weak layer' over and over. And I keep trying to dig a pit but my shovel keeps turning into a paintbrush, and the snow is laughing at me. Woke up and checked the actual forecast. Partly cloudy, no avalanche danger. Still felt like the snow was lying.