I was on the beach. It was on the East End, but it was like Crescent Beach. I was with my family and other people (maybe just one other person). Some things happened, like stealing and hiding in trash cans, and other fuzzy strange events. Eventually, Caitlin showed up, and I remember everything clearly after that. When we were with others we just said "hi" and all. Eventually, they left us alone, and I hugged her like I never have because I had missed her so much. I held her to me forever and kissed her neck. We eventually broke apart and starting climbing rocks on the far end of the beach. We go to a very high ledge that was hidden from everyone. I kissed her, but I think she told me to stop because we were too public anyway. Though we were invisible, there we people climbing the rocks everywhere.
Then she pointed down to the water far below and said the seals were playing. I jumped up, so excited, because I've wanted to see wild seals ever since Kate and I saw the sign at Kettle Cove that said "don't feed the seal pups." I saw some disturbances in the water, but I wasn't convinced they were seals; they seemed more like water bugs. Then, I realized the ripples were coming from the tops of their heads briefly breaking the surface. They grew bolder, whole heads coming out of the water, and finally whole bodies, jumping and swimming. One climbed on a rock and I saw it was a sea lion as big as a person. I was so excited.
But it was just beginning. The water became more disturbed. I thought it was more seals, but no; sperm whales roared into the shallow water. Four of them beached themselves on shore, tails facing the beach and heads facing the ocean, before simultaneously rocketing off into the water like bullets, shaking the earth after them.
This dream felt utterly real. I can't even explain what I was feeling. Just imagine you were there.
I made Caitlin climb down the rocks, to where the sea lions had been playing. We were under a rocky overhang that opened to the ocean on one side and the beach on the other. The water was churning. Orca whales were swimming and jumping all around us. One of them came up on the rock next to me. I was terrified, because I knew that it wasn't like a sperm whale, that it would kill me if it felt like it. I walked up and touched it anyway. It grew large, rearing up, and I thought I was going to end, but it sank back into the water.
"Look!" I pointed to the huge waves near us. Inside the water, hundreds of killer whales were swimming away, away, back into the ocean as the sun set behind us.
It was over. We went back to the beach. I was indescribably happy. I asked a life guard if this happened every night; he said it did. I can't explain the excitement I felt to know that I could see this again and again and again.
There was more to the dream, but it was all in the shadow of my memory of how Caitlin and I had spent the evening. Often when I wake up from a happy dream I'm sad because it's over and I'll never have it again. This one is different. It's so vivid it feels like an actual experience. I'll never be able to see it again, but I'll always remember it, and I'm so happy she was there.