In was living on a stretch of land, inlaid with beautiful sandstone tiles, and I don't think there was a house apart from the couple stairs that formed the entire stretch of brown and red floor.
The beauty of this place was that it was right next to the ocean, and when I say right next, I mean if I walked down the two stairs, I'd be standing on sea rocks and the waves would stealthily wet my feet.
One day while chatting with some people (no doubt my family?) sitting on the stairs, looking at the sea, I suddenly saw the sea begin to billow and become strangely gigantic. It started throwing up enormous waves.
Every minute the waves that formed in front of us would stand to such heights, as if it were a wall, and then come crashing down on the rocks, without ever reaching us.
Each new wave assumed a more gargantuan stance than the last and crashed with a deafening spasm against the rocks, spattering the word with saline showers.
I was taking pictures. Repeatedly.
Then this one wave, it looked so large as to engulf the skies, and stood there for a a minute, before falling..breaking into dewy smithereens and disappearing into its watery bed.
Seemed like it was a stationary tsunami, cuz the waves never reached my stretch of land.
This dream was so real, each wave that I saw was so glossy with azure blue and bottle green water, that I almost reached out to touch it.
I actually checked my phone to see if there were any pictures.
Hah!
I couldn't believe it were a dream, and oh how disappointed I was to wake up on my usually bed of creased sheets instead of the tar black rocks.
