Foam tickled my five year old feet while I sat in the cool dark sand. It sucked away all the heat imparted to me by the sun overhead. The waves crept toward me, crashing ever closer to my little toes. And just as the edge of the water was about to touch me, it slinked back out to sea. I stood up to see where all the water had gone, finding a huge wave staring back at me. The green-blue mass was hypnotizing as it crashed over me.
It didn't knock me over, and I wasn't swept out to sea in a tumbling vortex of water. I stood on the ocean floor. A couple boats stood vertical, trying valiantly to escape their shallow beach moorings. Teal light filtered down through the waves as I walked out into this new landscape, passing bushes of swaying eel grass, horseshoe crabs that looked like giant trilobites, and schools of small fish. The water started getting darker, and the fish were beginning to look dinner-sized when I found myself staring at a giant hunk of rusted metal. A ship, bombed out long ago.
The rest of the dream is fuzzy, but I remember ghosts and fire and kittens.
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