I dream that I'm waking up on a raft in the middle of an ocean. I stand up on the raft, as if waking up here is normal.
I stare into the distance, it's morning time, the sun is rising. The horizon looks explosive in magentas and deep blues.

I can't remember the last time I saw a real surise.

I jump off the raft into the water to wake up, and the water is more viscous than water should be. The consistence of this water was much thicker than water like it had been cut with a thickener. So I get out of the ocean, and lie on th cot to dry, and as the sun rise it get's hotter and hotter, and I'm getting sunburnt very quickly (I've never been sunburnt in real life, I'm very dark skinned).

That's all I remember about that, but at one point I know I was talking to my mother, and I was in a wheelchair, and we both were sitting in front of a very large fireplace.