13 Sep 2019, Friday:
A very blurry dream: I was on a beach with a group of people, four of us, I think, two young women and a couple of us guys. I couldn’t really recognize any of them, we were just walking along the beach, Praia Oura, maybe, bouldering a little along the sandy little cliffs. I noticed the trash on the water. The water was still clear but there were bits of paper stuck in some of the rocks in the water. We keep going, trying to find a better spot. We stop at some sort of cavernous spot, somewhat private, or apart from the other beachgoers. But there were still bits of paper around. Not a lot, but enough for me to suggest we keep going, looking for a better spot. . . They all seemed not very keen on the idea, which was fine with me, I said, Ok, agreeing. But then one of the young women stood and walked on ahead or apart from us. I thought she was leaving us so I asked her if she was. She said no. She just wanted to find a better spot. I asked if I could come join her and she said yeah. I reached out my hand to her, unsure if she wanted to hold it or just give me a high-five.
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