Last night, I had a dream.
I dreamt that I walked to the edge of the world, marked by a
pristine beach with clean, fine sand. The sea was a brilliant hue
of turquoise. It was like paradise. But the horizon was a picture
of desolation that seemed to extend into eternity, like nothing
lived in the sea and beyond what could be seen. The peacefulness of
the beach... it was actually more like a sort of emptiness. And
though the sea was calm, it was dead.
Then suddenly, I found myself in the water, nearly sinking before
my lifeline in the form of a narrow spit, that oddly appeared to be
floating and reminded me of cat's tongue biscuits, caught my eye.
The next thing I knew, I was on the spit looking back at the
world...
I wonder what this portends. 
