I was sitting on some sort of floatation device. It felt a little precarious. A couple of us were swimming. I pushed off a bit from the sandy shoreline into the bay. You could see that the sand didn’t slope gently down but cut sharply straight down into the depths. Several small islands about 2 or 3 meters across dot the coastline, some with a cartoon palm tree. The whole scene was surreal and cartoon-like.
We were all worried about one boy/man that was on the shoreline. The natives didn’t appreciate having us around and could kill him if he wasn’t careful. I paddled closer to one of the cartoon islands. We called for him to join us out here.
Eventually, we floated toward the lightly forested shoreline and got off our floats, and or climbed out of the water. We walked up a path. A small village came into view. There was a line of people. Some were talking with an older man, a gatekeeper, asking to enter the house. (Be careful). He was saying that we had to renounce (something) to enter and become part of the tribe. He wanted to cut the beard off of one man who protested saying, “Nobody tells me what to do!” Some did and others (to their peril) declined.
I woke up