In my dreams is a beach. It is both familiar and totally unseen before. But it keeps recurring. I have arrived there on a bicycle along a path on the top of sand dunes. I have driven there down a long hill past buildings covered with scaffold. I have swum to it, from it and around it. It has a narrow spit of land that leads to an island in some dreams and a causeway that gets covered in water as the tide rises.
There has never been anyone in my dreams who I know, until last night. Last night my youngest daughter was with me. She is 14 but in this dream she was driving a van and I was in the back in the furthestmost seat from her. She drive down a hill and was excited looking at the water and somehow she and I both knew it was higher than it should have been. Still we went straight across a bridge covered by the high tide and then I woke up.
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