I'm with somebody that I can't identify, shopping for a house for them. We're looking at this little place on a bluff overlooking the water, and I'm telling them that I saw this place before, it's inexpensive for what you get. It has a nice patio and pool extending out toward the ocean, but about 10 or 15 feet above the water surface, and what a nice view!

We go down onto the beach below, and my dogs run around. Bella goes around a horn where I can't see her, and the waves are crashing on the rocks, and I'm concerned and run toward her, but then she washes up in the waves, injured and bleeding in many places from being bashed on the rocks. I scoop her up and run, saying we need to take her to the vet right away. Somebody suggests a certain vet across town, and I say no, I saw a vet's office right nearby, we have to take her directly there, though as I am opening the door I can feel her heart beating rapidly as though she is in her last throes of life.