Last night, I had a very complicated dream with many components. This is the part that I remember most vividly:

My mother, my younger brother, and I were at a beach. There was snow on the ground, and the three of us were wearing winter coats, but a bunch of other people on the beach were wearing bathing suits.

There were a lot of beached seals on the sand. We all started counting them. Then I started walking down the beach, and I noticed that a lot of the seals were buried in the sand. (They all seemed to be alive). All you could see was the top of their back, or one flipper. But I didn't do anything about it. And then my dad randomly appeared (also wearing winter clothes) and we just walked down the beach together, counting all of the seals. He was really excited about it.

Also, if it matters, the sky was a really pretty shade of blue, and the sand was kind of grey-ish.

Any thoughts on this?