The Wind Diaries. Friday

What I can remember of my dream is that I was
in Dubai, at the beach. I’ve never been to the
beach at Dubai, only the airport.
But the beach was like the beach I swam in
as a child. The difference was that the water
was really deep. 

The dream beach and my childhood beach
were equally blue though. 

Anyway, the thing was this: in the dream
the currents were so strong that they churned
the sand so that when you dove into the water
you could find yourself half buried in sand.
It was like the bottom of the ocean was in
constant flux. 

It was scary, but still we dove down. 

Who was I with?
What caused the ocean to be like this?
Why did I keep diving down?
Did I lock my bike?