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Another dream that starts on a beach. This beach is rocky and has coarse sand. There's only a few meters between the sea and the face of a cliff. The weather is grey, it could start raining any second. To the far right is a large estuary.
I'm sitting on a rock at the foot of the cliff just looking out towards the sea, thinking. A small boat emerges from the estuary trailing a very long cable behind it. I watch it as it drags out a much larger boat. The larger boat is creating massive waves as it moves through the water. The smaller boat turns around so as to swing the larger boat around. The waves aren't subsiding like they would in real life, in fact as they hit the rocks they seem to just get larger. The small boat takes off towards the horizon and disappears with the larger boat now far behind.
The waves continue to grow, if I don't move soon I'm going to get stuck and subsequently drown. I wait for the opportune moment and sprint down the beach to a safer place.

The dream shifts a little bit. The waves have stopped. The cliff is gone. The beach is less rocky and wider, with shallow pools dotted around. It's started raining lightly though the sky is not as dark; occasional rays of sunlight making their way through the clouds.
Looking down I can see tiny spiders. If it wasn't for their shadows, which are somehow much larger than the spiders themselves, I wouldn't have even seen them. I'm in bare feet and paranoid that they will bite me I run. I have no clear direction in mind, just somewhere without spiders. It takes me several minutes to find somewhere.

I'm next to one of the shallow pools, there is a large, irregularly shaped boulder jutting out from the sand. There's someone else there. I think he's my friend. He hands me a bunch of small rocks and asks me to make a sculpture with them. I agree and get to work, using one of the harder, coarser rocks like sandpaper and filing down one of the others. I'm making a sculpture of a naked woman, but I keep screwing up, getting proportions wrong or something. So I have to keep making it smaller to fix it. By the time I'm done the sculpture is only a few centimeters in height. My friend's gone. The dream ends.

The dream starts on a beach. The sea is a couple hundred meters to my left. To the right is an endless expanse of yellow sand.
There is two of me, younger me and older me. Younger me looks about 16, older me looks about 24. Somehow I am both of them at the same time.
We are running from an unknown enemy. Though I never saw them in the dream I think they're a bunch of black vans with people with guns in them.
We're running, and we come to a forest. The beach just instantly stops at the tree line and becomes densely populated with trees. The vans won't be able to go through there. [here the perspective shifts from both mes simultaneously to just the younger me] Older me pulls a gun out of nowhere. He tells me to go on ahead. I know what he's thinking, he's going to sacrifice himself to buy me more time. I am sad as I run into the forest. I look back and see older me standing, waiting for the enemy and the dream ends.