And then I drempt:

I drempt of oceans....crashing against rocky shore lines and lapping on white sandy beaches and swamping
oil tankers and upsetting fishing vessels and flattening sand castles and washing up matts of seaweed and
forrests of driftwood and leaving starfish stranded on high rocky outcroppings and waving their legs feebly
in the early morning air.

I drempt of currents in the oceans...currents changing and upsetting eccologically stable undersea environments
and causing mass migrations of fish and creeping sea creatures and of sea annemones dying because they no
longer have anything to eat and sharks swimming in confused circles and dolphins laughing at their confusion.

I drempt of shifting sand on the oceans bottom...making weird patterns that schools of fish (I think they were
halibut) were trying to decipher.

And I drempt of children standing hand in hand on a beach - two children, a boy and a girl. A blonde-haired girl
and a black haired boy. And they were watching the changes of the ocean and they were aware of the changes of
the ocean - and they were the changes of the ocean.

And the dolphins were still laughing -but it wasn't bad laughter. It was excited laughter - the laughter of
excitement - of anticipation. And then the children were laughing with them, and the sun was setting - but
it was rising at the same time.

And a voice in my head said "And the evening and the morning were the same day".

And then I woke up.