I'm swimming, in Hawaii, at night, in the ocean. The tide is coming in, and after the wave comes in I hear this strange water-peeling sound, because of the way the water runs up this rocky surface that slopes at just the right angle so that when it reaches the top, it turns back on itself like the curl of a surfer's wave. It seems sharp, and dangerous, like it could kill a person by thrashing them on the rocks, so I get out of the water.

We're leaving, actually we've already left, but I've come back to this place where we stayed for a while (in real life, I just came back from Hawaii a couple weeks ago, but this wasn't a place we stayed in real life). I'm in this cabin overlooking the beach I was just in, gathering up some things that I left behind. I see some shoes that are mine, and some cameras and other electronics, all shiny red, and some fins. Maybe now I have enough room to take my fins back (in real life, I bought fins over there and tried really hard to bring them home, but they just wouldn't fit in my luggage), but for some reason, no I still can't take them home.

I go out to take another look at the surf. I'm high above the sea on the cliff, but it's this smooth ramp, and the high tide reaches right up to the cabin. It's even higher now, and looks quite deadly, and suddenly the ground gives way under me and I almost fall in, but grab on to some soil with one hand, digging my fingers in. With my other hand I try to reach for something more stable, grabbing a stool that is sitting in the little sliver of yard, but it too is slipping away in the mud. I struggle for my life, and somehow manage to claw my way back up to safe ground.

I go back in the cabin, and somebody asks me if I am going home, and I answer that I already went home, or I think I did, but all these comings and goings and dreaming has me so confused, I don't even know what's going on any more.

The sea turns all white, due to some strange and somewhat rare natural phenomenon, I think volcanic, where a bunch of white stuff gets released into the sea, turning it like milk. This phenomenon has a name, and is unique to this area. The owner of the cabin is there and I start asking him about it, and his answers start to sound familiar, as I realize that I asked him all the same questions when we first came to stay here, and he gave the same answers. I tell him this, and he remembers too, and we laugh.

I pull out my phone to take a picture of the milky ocean, but I can't get it to work, it won't take a picture. Somebody chides me about it, asking if it's so important to take pictures, and I say say yeah, just this once it is important, it's a rare phenomenon that I would really like to have a picture of.