Dreamed I was standing out somewhere void of particulars. I saw myself out there, alone, in clear daylight. Not details about myself emerge so far as age, but it was me. I was watching from a long way off.
Lightning struck me. I lit up as a ball of white light. Then I raised my hands and moved the light aside. When I did, I was standing in a huge desert of sand. Sequence ended.
Except watching me said, “What just happened? Was that sand?”
So the sequence was repeated, exactly the same.
Watching me said, “That is sand. It’s like a desert.”
Which it was, just like the Sahara out of the movie by that name, all dunes of wind-blown sand.
The sequence repeated, only this time, when I moved the light away, I revealed an ocean.
Watching me said, “How am I standing on an ocean?”
That’s when the dream ended.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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