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I remember rocks and water. The sun is out and I look down. My everyday clothes are on and I'm standing thigh-deep in something like the Mediterranean sea. The water is quite clear as I can see large stones very distinctly in the distance underwater. The sun is out and the tide gently shuffles the water around my thighs.

I'm moving toward the shore. My brother helps me out of the water as not to slip on the slimy rocks against the crashing waves. On shore, some sort of gameplay has formed with throwing rocks into certain parts of the water. For example, people are hollering about "the island" which is a very white sort of land formation, very small (about as large as a tire). If you're able to land a rock on it, you basically win whatever game it is and can move on.

Bunch of nonsense.