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6/24/14

Last night bed 10 pm - 4:50am

DR at 3:30 am

1. Asian family is mine

2. There is a street race withvery loud cars

3. This third one is a kind of a dream, that stays with you for very long time.

So I'm standing on a beach in French Guyana.

I'm in awe. It's unbelievable. Only sand and water. No trees, no nothing. Just the way I like it. Sand and water.

They have these huge flood lights on, illuminating it all. Sand, water, air... Like those huge lights at football stadiums.

The whole area is of one color. The most georgeous blue I can imagine. The blue, that makes me cry from sheer happiness. I mean sand is yellow, air is air and water is blue, but it all has this bluish/greenish hue.

I only realize the lights were on, when they turn off. That's when i see that the skies are starting to get brighter, as morning is approaching.

Only now the brilliance of the blue color comes out in full force. Words can't describe it.

I look to my left and I see some people in the water. It surprises me how fast they got there. It looks like it's some kind of a water sports club. They are all standing on sticks that are horizontal, laying on the water. Like a paddleboard, but they have one for each leg, and they are skinny just like a stick. They have one long stick in hand to propel themselves with it.

I see some waves, gently splashing against the shore. it's so inviting, I can't resist. I say I'm going in, even if I dont have bathing suit. I walk in up to my knees and water is splashing against me, making me all wet. It's warm.The bottom is pebbly, like an aquarium. Not sandy. Pebbles are very colorful and clearly seen through translucent water. I point out some sea shells to someone, and pick one up, only to find a little crab living in it. I put it back and watch him scurry away.

My boyfriend Sean and I were on the shore of some beach, searching for seashells. We had already collected many, but were sent back to look for more because the previous ones were either not enough or not the right ones. My most prominent memory of this dream is a close-up of Sean, bent down serenely on the shore to pick up a shell as the waves lapped onto his legs. He was still wearing his sneakers and his pant-legs weren't even rolled up. But he looked so calm, like an angel, as his dark skin gleamed in the low sunlight. My dream self was somewhere behind him, minding her own business and searching for shells...