An odd ocean bay that somehow was a beach I like in North Carolina had some nice waves that Pierson and I thought would be fun to swim in, instead I almost drown my son in the surf as it got progressively higher. The waves were coming at quicker intervals and while my senses could feel them coming from the ritualistic drowning sessions that my father carried me out into, Pierson hadn't developed the relaxed feeling that in necessary to make it through a long set of waves.  He would panic as I held him while the wave would pass over and I could feel him underwater wanting to take a breath. When the wave would pass over instead of him breathing he would waste it by talking about how worried he was. The waves kept coming and after every wave I would lose a little bit of grip on him until I was just holding on to his leg while trying to hold him above water. 

Leave the bay behind and come over the hill of Mokapuu  to see the ocean near Sandy Beach, where the waves were huge, giant in fact. The swells so big that just the sight of them and knowing I was going to go out in them got the adrenaline pumping. I told Pierson that he was going to have to wait on the beach because the surf was too big for me to take him out in it. As we were nearing the beach I saw my Grandfather sitting on a rock staring at the ocean. I did not think it was him because he was dead and this guy also had a few tattoos on his left arm. When he spoke to someone passing by I knew it was him because I recognized his voice. I kept going thinking that it was nice to see him.

The next portion of the dream was dark. I was in an insane asylum, but watching people as if in a movie. They were being held against their will and give medication by some whacked out doctor.  I noticed I had some bumps on my face and popped one. Puss oozed in huge amounts but my face felt better. The bump above that wasn't to easy to deal with. As I would push on my face the infection would seep into the bump causing my skin to expand like a blown up balloon. I couldn't pop it so I went into my bathroom at home and sterilized my square graver with a match and tried to use that to pop the huge ballooned zit. All it would do is bleed. I could feel the pressure even as I woke up to let Max out for his ritual of the 6:00am pee.

After going back to sleep I dreamed Soulmates was in this odd house, and my best customer was working in the basement doing books for this other company. She wasn't happy to be working in the basement. A large apelike dog that had a robotic backside was barking at the door and wanted to play baseball, but I turned it down.

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