I'm walking with some of my family along a bluff above the beach. The waves are large and stormy, and as I watch I see a huge arc of lightning, right in the waves.

We continue down toward the sea and come across a large slippery wall of wet rock, which I am nonetheless able to scramble up almost as though weightless, although it seems dangerous.

In another fragment, I'm eating alone at a restaurant. I run into my old friend Randy, and he invites me to have dinner with his group, which seems very friendly.