Last night’s dreams were very disjointed, but there were a few vignettes that stood out.

I’m on vacation, I have my camera and we are on a rugged coastline. As more detail comes into view I see a path winding down to the shoreline.  I follow it and come to the water’s edge. It is a rocky shoreline, and there is a large rocky island just out from the shore. There are the ruins of a castle on the island. The path that has brought me to the water disappears into the water and appears to emerge out of the water on the island. It looks like a person could walk to the island at low tide. A family of ducks paddles toward me and I consider taking a photo of them. As they get closer, I notice they already have an instagram filter applied to them. They are grainy with features that merge into brushstrokes. I spend some time trying to correct them back to their natural form through the settings of my camera. Someone calls me away and I turn back up the path.

I’m in a crowded church basement. It is a vast space with a vaulted ceiling, which strikes me as odd for a basement. I need to find the washroom, I’m advised it’s at the other end of the building, past of the crowd of people. I push upwards and find myself summersaulting through the air. I am moving much faster and floating much higher than I intended, I’m a bit concerned about the landing. The people look small below me and it’s very peaceful, other than the idle concern about sticking a landing with a full bladder. I’m in the air for a long time. I’m not in control of my speed or direction of travel, but I’m moving in the right direction. As I near the washroom I right myself so my feet are the first thing to land, and I gently set down at the washroom door.

I don’t clearly remember what else happened before I woke up.