June 2, 2000

Age 19

This was a strange dream. It was unusual in the manner that I would think I would realize within the dream that it wasn't real, but it was so familiar and real that it seemed to be reality. In this dream, I was at Dauphin Island, Alabama, a place where my family used to frequently vacation. I was in an inner tube in the ocean, about forty feet from shore. It was very sunny, but I noticed that all the beach houses were closer together now (which is interesting since I recently learned that the island is now being heavily commercialized). The shoreline was much closer to the support pylons of the houses; even breaking waves were touching the pylons. All the houses had garage doors that faced the ocean, which was paradoxical since even if there were cars in them, they could not leave the garage without being in the ocean. My sister was standing in the garage, having just raised the door. Suddenly, the tide rapidly rose, and I was thrust forward by waves, into the garage, and the water level in the garage was waste high. There was a couch, several tables, and lamps in the garage - decorated much like a living room, and all items were floating around in the deluge of water. I tried to steady myself and keep the furniture inside as the waves crashed around us. I yelled out to my sister for having opened the garage door, and suddenly out a window, I saw my parents and maternal grandmother drive up in a Cadillac. The tide the receded, they entered, upset at the mess, and I was trying to explain to them what happened when I woke up.