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I don't remember much from last night's dream. I had more of it in my mind this morning, but I forgot it all save one very curious part. I was in some sort of concrete construction out near the shore, and there was a huge storm raging at the time. I was with a couple of co-workers and followed them outside to some sort of walkway that hugged the side of the building. The pathway was exposed to the elements, but the twenty foot waves weren't hitting us. Instead, they were pummelling a few concrete pillars that was what was left of the brdige back to shore.
The bridge normally would've continued to the top of the bluffs overlooking the sea, but there was another concrete building (like an oil rig) off to the left which you could leap to from the last (and largest) pillar. Unfortunately you'd need Matrix-like jumping ability and that pillar was the focus of the sea's wrath. Both of my coworkers were able to jump safely across so I followed. Unfortunately, when I got to the last pillar, I was distracted and stayed on the pillar just as a large barrage of waves swept me off and towards the bluffs. With superhuman effort I propelled myself up to the top where a house stood, overlooking the water and escaped the storm's fury with but a broken leg. (Which I never noticed.)
