Moved to a Glass Box on Ocean

Date: 11/28/2025

I dont know why, but my husband and I were going to have to move apart. He was moving 6 hours away to live with his mother, and I couldnt go with him. This meant I couldnt afford to keep our apartment so I had to move to what was essentially a glass apartment, though smaller than you'd expect, which sat on the end of a pier on the ocean. I am terrified of open water, so I refused to leave the box, as the "pier" was a blue, textured walkway that wound and curved at odd angles, leaving me far from the shore and the only able to get back by walking through this hand-railless walkway. I was devastated to not see my husband, and fearless friends who do not exist in real life kept coming to visit me, trying to get me to follow them to shore, but my legs were shaking and I was sure I'd fall into the temperamental waters. So they disconnected my "apartment" and all helped drag it closer to shore. But midway through, a storm approached. The waters became crazy, and they couldnt hold onto the free floating box. I was sent out into the sea, multiple houses, boats, and other random debris sporting families or lonely people joined me. At first it was just rocky, but then a wave easily taller than any man-made building took us up. A friend suddenly appeared in the apartment and told me to enjoy the ride. With nothing else to do, I clung to a piece of furniture and watched as I tumbled over, at first screaming and convinced the box would break and I would die, but the fear gave way to joy and then I was laughing and cheering. Once we passed the wave, the sea grew calm and I was surrounded by debris and people sitting on the porches of their torn homes. The walls of the box disappeared so I was just standing on floating glass and enjoying a pink sunset. I woke up while talking to a neighbor.