Martha’s Vineyard

Date: 1/23/2020

My parents and I visited Martha’s Vineyard with their friends (the old couple who live there, I can’t remember their names). My dad said “Now remember, we won’t be near the beach like we were last time.” Last time we went we stayed with another family friend and it wasn’t particularly close to the beach, but I didn’t remember that in the dream. In the evening, we decided to go to the beach, and we all got into a minivan. We drove for a really long time, but I really enjoyed it for some reason and I hoped that we would never get there. Once we got there, we had to be let in by a guard at a gate. It was dark by then, but when we actually got onto the beach it was the middle of the day. I got in the water and the waves were huge. Each time one came towards me, it looked like it was about to crash on top of me, then it just barely didn’t. I decided I wanted to go back to land, but I couldn’t manage to get myself there— the waves were pulling me back.