Did you ever have one of those dreams that you can’t forget about? I know that most people don’t remember their dreams at night or don’t even dream. Every once in a while I can remember fragments of a dream that can leave me scratching my head. Last week I had a dream and if I close my eyes I can still recall the way parts of it felt.
::insert wavy dream transition sequence here::
The sun was shining in the cerulean sky. Gat and I had beach chairs slung over our pale white shoulders as we ambled to the shoreline. My friends, Maria and Clint were already set up where the breaking waves could tickle their toes. Maria had a twinkle in her eyes ad her curls bounced in the breeze as she offered me a brown bottle beer as we sat our chairs in the sand. Clint smiled like a salt and pepper Cheshire cat and told us to dig our toes in as his eyes crinkled in glee. Maria winked and plugged her beer with her thumb as a huge wave crashed over us. I could feel the grit of sand between my toes as I tried to anchor myself as the clear blue and white water swirled above me and tried to sweep me out to sea.
::End dream sequence::
There was a second part to the dream, but that I am going to keep to myself. The dream of sun and sand is a contrast to the ice and gray of winter that I am currently in. If I close my eyes I can still feel the sand between my toes and the way the water tried to tug and pull me away. I am sure that if I were to consult a dream dictionary it would have some deep and possibly meaningful opinions on what my subconscious was trying to tell me. I am going to remember the way the sand felt between my toes as a wrap another scarf around me in an attempt to keep warm. 
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