Last night I dreamed I was at the beach. We were staying in a large beach house, one of the ones with three or four floors and a kitchen on the top floor. There were several sets of staircases and I kept getting lost, though that may have also been due to the house having some sort of impossible geometry — you know how things get with dream logic.
I was a little kid. I'm not sure how old, but I know I was younger because I was shorter. I remember looking up into my mom's face in the dream; I'm too tall for that now.
There were fireworks going outside. I could hear them. Every time I went to look out the window at them, though, it was midday and the sun was shining.
That's mostly what I remember. The other thing I can remember most vividly is the smell. Sort of ocean mixed with scented candles. (I think I must have remembered this smell from some previous beach vacation.)
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