Oct 06, 2011 07:33
I dreamed that all of us cousins were hanging out again in some beach side town. I think it was for a family reunion. As we were leaving, we all stopped at the foreclosed rich suburbia neighborhood that was just starting to be fixed up for sale. Morgan said that there was a good spot behind this one house for surfing. The metal fencing was bent next to the house and we squeezed through. Right behind the house was the ocean and we started to swim out with our boards.
We got out a ways before the waves actually started to move. I remember swimming over one and then turning around on the next. Taking the wave back, I remember yelling, "I'm surfing!". I got up before the end and it was the first time actually surfing. We all started to head to the side where supposedly there were some channels that were good for surfing. We got over there and it was filled with other people with the same idea.
We tried looking for another area before heading back to the vehicles.
There was a bit more detail in there, but I don't think it was too important.
And then I woke up unable to breath. Seems like the best dreams come when I am suffocating at night...
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