At the beach

Date: 12/17/2016

I just dozed off for a few minutes and had an unexpectedly detailed dream. It started out in a building where I was with a few friends and my dad was there. Apparently it wasn't actually real life, it was a video game, particularly GTA. The goal was to get into this car and hot wire it, except the car became a plane. My dad was in the plane engine messing with wires to get it to start. Then I remembered from some tutorials that if it wasn't done correctly the plane could explode and kill everyone in the room. Ironically, the goal was to get the car/plane to work so that you could go kill someone. So it switched to real life even though I was still in the same room and I decided to leave because I didn't want to be blown up. My friends followed me. When I opened the door there was this bright beach, but only the sand was bright, the sky was rather cloudy. It looked natural yet artificial. I walked along the beach and realized it was extremely crowded. There were people from my school, strangers, parents, and tiny little babies. I thought to myself how if I ever had one, I could never bring my baby to such a crowded place, in case they crawl off or drown. There were some little tiny babies that were walking around, even though they weren't toddlers. There were also some sitting where the water meets the sand. I remember thinking that I wanted to pick them up and play with them, but couldn't because I didn't know their parents. Then I am at the top of a building but it's more like a balcony with a roof. I want to get back down to the beach. My dad has caught up with me by now and is no longer playing GTA (a game he hates in real life, and I don't even really like it either). I am trying to get down the stairs that are most popularly used, but they are very steep and rickety and even plastic-like. I sit down on the first step and the stairs are the width of me, practically. I see a classmate glancing up at me who I used to have a mild crush on. I can't make it down there, and am embarrassed (because everyone takes this staircase) but am crying because I'm so scared. I decide to take the staircase on the left side and it is much easier, concrete and wider. I hear my dad say he's going to take the rickety stairs even though he's like twice my weight and is usually the one to take the cautious path. I worry that he might get injured, but that's when I woke up I think.