Dream Journal #1

I've decided to begin recording my dreams on this blog, completely uncensored, so here goes:

Eerie ambient music is playing while a woman with dark hair is sitting at a bench on a beach. She is surrounded by vibrantly colored trees and coral, almost neon. The water is seperated into a large array of tide pools filled with bright fish of every color. Some of them swim forward and some of them swim backward as if they're rewinding in time. The sky is black with clouds and bright flashes keep obscuring my vision, flashes of lightning. The woman seems upset and worried. There is something sinister about everything. Suddenly I'm the woman and the water begins to rush up against me, I run and run trying to escape the rising waves but every level of the sandbar I ascend is soon covered in water. Finally, the waves are some how ahead of and behind me. The waves form impossible shapes and are deadly close to crashing down on me when I tell myself to escape. So I fly high above them but with great effort. I fly back to a beach house where my family is gathering, and I am myself again. People are watching tv and preparing food and everything looks very splintered and no one is really who I think they are. While flying through the kitchen, my boyfriend informs me that he kissed a man the night before and I fly on, unsure how to feel. A fat man named Stanley in camo tells me he is preparing for the army. He is awkward and strange. My flying is very inconsistent, but I love the feeling so much I keep trying to soar. I tell everyone how great it feels and some of my sister's attempt to but they are unable. The dream goes on like this for quite some time. Things are said and some of the locations change but I'm still flying around and feeling wonderful. The dream ends with my boyfriend and I watching Stanley on a tv screen in an army truck, sticking out like a sore thumb among the other stone-faced army men. That's all I can remember.