Flooded Bed, Hidden Tiger

Date: 11/14/2019

Lying down, trying to sleep in Gabby"s house by the sea. On a white sofa under a white duvet. Dusk. I see the waves through dips in sand dunes in the near distance. Water very vibrant clear colour. Waves getting higher. Water overflows sand dunes and rushes in to where I am lying. Soaks duvet. I get up to go and tell someone in another room (bedroom?) What happened. This person is my partner, but doesn't feel like M. I tell them we need to go somewhere else. I kiss them on the neck. I leave with someone else and seem to end up in a bar with very strange people. I am with someone else's wife, and for some reason this mildly excites me. The place we are in feels like the tavern from crouching tiger hidden Dragon, only much larger internal space, dark wood, and few people. I see a Chinese style wooden frame archway, (which is like a big door frame with no door). I think about jumping up to the beam on top of the frame, but am hesitant. I say to myself I haven't yet mastered this lesser gravity I seem to have. I know when I get more practice I'll be able to jump up to the top effortlessly an use my arms to guide me into place rather than pull myself up.