It wasn't very dark, though, even though it was night. I could see fine. I could tell it was night... well, because it felt like night, I guess. That, and the light didn't look like daylight. It was too pale, in the way that moonlight is pale. It made everything look black-and-white.
There was a lighthouse; at least, I think there was, but I can't remember it clearly. It didn't really figure in the dream. I just think I remember seeing one.
Out on the water was a little boat. As soon as I saw it I knew I had to swim out to it — I'm not sure why, it was one of those dream-logic things. When I started to head across the beach towards it, though, I saw that a bunch of kids I used to know in middle school had made a campfire a little further down on the beach. They were all standing around it and laughing.
The next thing I remember, I was in the water up to my neck. The little boat was only a few yards away but I couldn't seem to get my arms or legs to move to reach it. My hair was stuck to my face and I couldn't see. (I didn't realize at the time, but for the purposes of this dream I guess I was my middle school self again. My hair was long like it was at the beginning of middle school, anyway.)
For some reason, I looked up just then, and I saw where all the light was coming from. The full moon was directly overhead, and it was enormous. It looked like it was filling the entire sky. If I reached up, I probably could have touched it.
I'm not sure how well I'm explaining myself, so here's a sketch of what I mean.
I woke up right after that. It was strange; that's the most vivid dream I can remember having in a long time.
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