I've been here before. This whole place seemed familiar, but I've only been to a beach resort once in Hawaii. It was fun to stay for a week, but not the kind of place I'd frequent if given the means. Yet here I was once again. There was this rocky overhang on the path that wound around an artificial cove. In Hawaii, it was just a bubble of volcanic rock with a small tunnel carved out of it, as well as a portion of the side sliced off to provide a view of the resort through a waterfall. In my dream, however, it opened up into a cave.
I walked in, noticing that it was brightly lit in spite of a lack of light sources. The cave also seemed to be made of a non-igneous type, like limestone. Unusual for this part of the island. There were several paths leading deeper into the earth, and one leading off to the side that might have reached the surface. Hearing a commotion, I went down that way.
As I walked down the tunnel, I started to notice some spider webs along the sides and ceiling. It got thicker the deeper I went. Finally, it halted at a small room that opened up along the bottom, leading into the water. I could see the sun glistening from under the walls. Strangely enough, my brother was there, playing among the webs. I looked up and noticed a few black spiders with a bright red hourglass on the thorax. With that, I grabbed him by the arm and forcefully shoved him out, slapping one of the arachnids off his shoulder.
Then a solid weight settled onto my shoulders. A large piece of webbing landed right on top of me, along with a small army of the spiders. I swung my arms to shake them off, but more kept coming, threads shooting out from the walls for them to climb on towards me. I reached to my side and a sword appeared out of nowhere. I grabbed it, cutting at the threads, but they just kept coming.
When I was completely enveloped, there was darkness. Only to be replaced by the rays of the sun upon opening my eyes. I was on the beach, and was dimly aware of it being a dream. I could see my brother and my family off to the side, playing in the surf. The beach seemed to be parallel to another, as if it were part of a strait, or it could've been another island for all I knew.
There was a city on the other side past the beach. I could see a few skyscrapers gleaming in the sun, and there were a few boats floating between there and were I was. And somehow, I became aware of a presence on the other side of that strait. I didn't know who, what, or why, but it felt like someone I loved was in danger, just as my brother was earlier. Except he was safe with the rest of my family.
Even so, this feeling was so strong, I dove into the water and started swimming. Only to be pushed back to shore by a strong current. I kept swimming, pressing on as hard as I could when the waves started rising, their frequency increasing. The further I got, the stronger and more violent they became in an attempt to toss me back. I struggled onward, but could hardly make any progress. The water swelled over my head and crashed down, forcing me under. I tried to swim under, but when I came up for air, the waves swept me right back again.
I didn't give up. Just when it seemed I had made some progress towards the open water, another wave sent me under, and the current kept me there, tossing me around as if I were in a rock tumbler. I was almost out of strength, almost out of air. And as I struggled towards the surface, my lungs gave out on me. It was then that I had awakened, after only a couple of hours of sleep.
The following night, I was kept up by my little brother who needed to have a chat. I figured my dreams might involve another trip down memory lane through high school, but instead I was back at the beach. Or rather a different beach. This one had a wide blue stretch of ocean in front and a wide continent behind it. It wasn't any place I've been to before, but from the air and the sun, it was definitely California. What's more, there were a bunch of people around, lounging about on the beach, or in the waves. There were even a flock of surfers there was well.
It seemed like a nice enough day for a swim, so I dove right in. And just like the previous night, I started to get buffeted. The water rose higher, and hit hard. This time, however, I was able to keep my head up. I was never much of a swimmer, but unlike last night, I was doing some pretty decent body surfing. It felt pretty calm, particularly since I didn't feel that same sense of urgency as last time. It almost felt like I had tamed the waves when my thoughts started dwelling on the previous dream. After coasting back into the shore, I walked up the beach and picked a good spot to look things over. Whoever I was after last night, they weren't here. I guess that'll be a mystery for another night. I woke up, checked the time on my phone, and rolled right over. I was only asleep for about an hour and a half. -_-
