Is this a dream Dean?

Date: 8/13/2019

I am cycling down PRW with, maybe, Kerr. We are on our way to the beach. We see Dean drive by and pull into a side street to park. When he gets out it’s just me now and I can tell things are weird as he is gallous and drunkish. He calls out to a man on the street. We walk towards the beach and, before entering a large tent, I think that this must be a dream because he acting so unlike himself. He confirms this nonchalantly and also in a manner to reassure me. Once inside this large tent I don’t see Dean, but myself among lots of older women lying on their backs, many of them topless. I remember this time perform a reality check. My finger doesn’t go through my hand that much, so I simply examine them — my hands start to fuzz-out and I feel more sure that this is a dream; next time I should count my fingers or check a clock. I feel confident that this is a dream and ask if anyone wants anything, maybe a glass of water, a few women agree. But once I am at the water cooler I already feel myself leaving the dream and waking up. Another scene, which I can’t recall if it was before or after the one I just described, nor do I know if I were lucid, involved me wanting to buy a jumper or cap from a shop owned by lots of intimidating men. I realised I didn’t have the correct currency - only a score and a fiver in my real wallet - so I asked Amy if she could spot me some cash.