I had a really strange dream the other night. And what's even stranger, I remember it with great detail, I usually don't remember dreams very well, if at all.

I walked through the shopping area of a town that I seemed to know as my own, as if I lived there, though I'd never actually seen any of it, now that I think of it. But I seemed to know the way. I was on my way to the beach. I've no idea why. But I was. I walked through the main streets, everything downhill. Then I saw a friend of mine in a book/office store. A friend of mine in real life. I walked in. He was buying his things for school. He was worried, he was supposed to be at the beach in 15 minutes (I don't know why he needed to be there either) but had to buy his things first and couldn't find some of it. No idea why, it was all in plain sight, but I helped him find the things he needed to buy. I clearly remember a '2003 section' for some reason, with older items, at a lower price. I found some of the needed things there.

But before we were done finding everything, a girl from my class walked in with a male friend. The girl didn't say anything, but the guy started picking a fight. I don't know why, I'd never seen him before. They suddenly left before it got very physical. We went back to shopping, bought the things and walked out.

There was the same girl again, this time with a female friend of hers (and mine, the girl herself isn't), but they didn't seem to see me and disappeared into a random shop. My friend and I took a right, where suddenly the path down to the beach, through the dunes, started. Right in the middle of the path lay a boat. I've no idea how it might've got there, beyond the path still lay a stretch of beach which it would have had to cross. And it wasn't a regular boat, as we have in reality, it was a bit fantastic, something you would see in fantasy games. Though not extremely alien. And it was partially in flames.

A man crawled out, he was in uniform, and for some reason he made the impression to be of high rank, though I can't remember what he or his uniform looked liked. He had a rifle and it was aimed towards us. I moved to the right, climbing up the dune. Something was wrong with the dune, too. It wasn't like a natural dune, it seemed man-made, perfectly level, straight sides, sharp edges, made of wet sand, like a sand castle. Even stranger, it didn't seem made of sand, I walked over it without leaving any marks, withous sinking any. It seemed like stone or metal. And as I got the the edge of the dune and overlooked the beach, I could see dozens more of those ships landing or landed at the beach. It looked like an invasion. D-day.

The armed guy from the first boat I encountered was after me. It was dark suddenly, day had become night instantly. I don't know if this is a gap in my memory of the dream or that it is just how the dream happened. The guy came after me with his rifle, I slid down the dune, onto the beach, he followed, I climbed all over the dunes, ran, climbed some more and he chased me everywhere. That's where the dream, or at least my memory of it, ends.