I'm traveling, in some foreign city. It's morning, and I go out walking in a white bathrobe, on a path going down toward the ocean. There is a woman in a similar bathrobe walking in front of me, and I think she notices me and without speaking, we acknowledge our common attire.

The ocean is very high, all the way covering the beach. There are no waves, but the water goes all the way up to the buildings and whatever is near the beach. I notice that these people just deal with the high water, and go about their lives. But I'm still amazed by it.

I get on some sort of transportation, like a bus, and it takes off on a tour under the sea. We can see a lot of junk in the bay. I see something strange, and exclaim to whoever is around, like "did you see that?"

Somebody tells me that it is the lore of the sea; what you see is what you expect to see, not what is really there. "But no", I exclaim, "I really saw it! It looked like a diver who had harpooned this thing, like a short section of a railroad tie, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt!"

Nobody else saw it. I'm wondering how long this ride is going to go on, as my people didn't know I left in the morning and might be wondering where I am.