kybearfuzz | Dreaming of Wave Breaking

As my temporary work position is winding down, I've been thinking about taking time off and debating on where I'd go. I'm sure this influenced the dream I had this morning.

I was on vacation, heading by plane to Portugal. I've always wanted to go back to Portugal, after having visited Lisbon back in 2009 for work. As the plane was nearing the coast, I went to the back of the plane and jumped off into the ocean. I swam to the shore where I saw huge numbers of people rushing into the huge waves that were crashing into the beach. Thia activity was a local custom called "The Breaking of the Waves." People rushed into the water, breaking the waves coming to the shore, swam back to the beach, and repeated their run. I joined in with the locals, which included men, women, and children of all ages.

When the fun of this wore off, I trekked up to the road where I found my car. I guess as part of this adventure, I had paid for a car with all my stuff in it. It was getting late and I drove down this one highway. It was dark, but very picturesque in a way. The sky was dark enough to see stars but only around the edges of the trees. It was like it was too light above me to see stars, but the horizon was dark enough for them to shine.

After a couple of hours on the road, it ended to another road. I noted the name of the street I was on as "Armitage" and decided to turn right on the connecting street. Eventually, I came up a hotel, which was full of American tourists. The cute cubby at the front desk seemed to know I was supposed to show up. He had an American accent, which I found odd. When I told him about my day, how I had jumped from a plane and participated in the wave breaking activity, he looked at me like I was crazy.

"My dad has never done that," he said, looking at me incredulously.

I'm not sure what his dad had to do with it, but I accepted my room keys to go to my room and that is when I woke up.