dream diary. no1

Usualy I look down while i walk. I dunno why that is, but this is how my dream starts. Or at least, this is when I start remembering.
I am walking down some stairs. I take a look at my dress..thats funny..its white. These steps seem familiar. Like the ones leading to a beach back home. These too lead to a beach, but not the same one. This one is empty. The sea seems cold, sad, bitter. The clouds above it say the same thing. It seems impossible to determine what time of day it is.

Walking along, I see there is a bed where the water washes . Its white aswell, like the fairytale ones I dreamed of having when I was a kid. A group of women is gathered there. They seem to barely notice me. I have come back from a stroll. I rejoin them. The waves climb the sand right under our feet and under the bed at which we are seated, and then they wash away, revealing all the wonders below.

There is a hole in the sand. And as the wave pulls itself back into the ocean, there is little time to pick the octopuses. We pull them out, one at a time, hold them up, and put them aside. The octopuses are burning up as we remove them from the water. There is little struggle. Then another wave comes and we do the same.

Over and over again.