I see an underwater parade. I am walking on the pebbly ocean floor together with a mass of people. Some have chunky cars with bubble-like wheels. The people are going to walk/travel very far. It is dark here and I can see the pebbles and how smooth they are. They are loosely arranged on the ocean floor and when the cars move over the pebbles fall into new positions. To my left I see what looks like a path. It is lit by street lights. We continue straight ahead and I can see street lights lighting up our path as well.

I am traveling with someone and I come to an old house. A family lives here. We meet the mother and she shows us around in the house. It looks almost like a mid-1800s museum, with items and décor from that time. I see where the master of the house's room is. We stay in a day room and talk to the woman. I think we are on the coast, and I think we are en route somewhere. There are so many old things that you have to be careful about when you live here.

I might be hiding from someone or just simply trying to get warm. I walk into what looks like a huge room filled with bunk beds. People are sleeping on the beds. Some beds have diner-style tables attached to them and people are sleeping on the seats. Most people have pulled blankets in gray colors over themselves so they all look very similar. I and my friend, whom I don't recognize, are trying to find a place to rest. It is cold and we are tired. We end up having to go into another room and find a diner table with seats. I think someone is looking for us and I am anxious not to be seen because I/we might get chosen.