I kept having dreams of our annual beach trip and we would get there and the waves are breaking head high and beautifully clean- something that never happens unless its a hurricane, which i always miss....anyways
so we get to the place we are staying, and i jump outta the car, put my trunks on and run back to the car to get my board out. I then say,
"Dad, did you take my board in?"
"No. someone else might have.."
i make the rounds out of the family, and nobody had touched it. then my bro speaks up and says, "Oh yeah, right your board...umm i took it out to put my suitcase in....and left it at home"
I freak out, and my dream ends as im sitting on the beach on a perfect day, stuck, without a board, while everyone surfing is having a blast out in the water.......
i hate that one, luckily it went away along with the summer months....