Playing in the water with my fingers drawing in the sand
They make interesting sounds so I turn on my recording device to catch the vibrations and tones. Lightly touching the sand underwater. Squiggles make squiggly sounds. I think to myself that this would make an interesting recording for an album. I’m involved so deep I don’t notice the recorder slipping into the water and disappearing. When I do notice I begin to carefully dig around to find it, I find another recording device, a mobile phone, a couple of other electronic devices, and a small boom box, but not my recorder. I put my found items on a nearby table. Now some people are beginning to come in. I say come in because it seems to be a convention hall right on the beach. They show their invitations which also have their picture as part of it. I walk down the line of older ladies “working the doors” checking invites. Many Middle Eastern people, some with long dreadlocks. A lady asks if she can help me, which seemed more like, ‘what are you doing here?’ I tell I’m good, and I return to my table of stuff. I take the long way through the empty halls but as I’m arriving into one of the rooms I see a huge puddle of what looks like wine leaking out from under a curtain. When I look behind I see the large room is being flooded like heavy rain. Maybe a pipe burst, I thought. I try to find someone to tell but the few staff I could find were busy. I went back to my table of stuff I had found. I noticed the mobile phone was gone. Then a young teen came up and apologized saying he had taken it, and he returned it gently to the table. I thanked him for his honesty and gave it back to him. He looked at his friend excitedly and said, “Thanks, now I have an MP3 player!” I looked at the old boom box wondering if it worked.
I woke up