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I was at a beach. I had taken the bus and as soon as I got off I knew I wasn't sure where to get it to go back where I came from, but I shrugged it off and thought I would figure it out later. It was about to be dark and about to rain and there was a man in white overalls sweeping in front of the bus stop. There was a little bit of a boardwalk. I walked down the boardwalk, which was just old, thin planks of wood with no railing, and looked down at the beach. I was on a dune or cliff that fell away sharply to the beach several feet below. The sand was dark and gray, as if it had recently rained, and the sky was still full of thick dark clouds, and the tide was in so the ocean lapped right up to the edge of the shore, leaving only a meter or two of actual beach to stand on. Someone was getting married on the beach. I didn't see a bride, but I knew it was a wedding. The bridal party was scattered about and a few men (young men, one with blonde chin-length hair) in gray suits with cerulean ties were trying to gather everyone together. I called Will on my cell phone. I don't know why I called, but I told him I was at the beach and felt kind of proud of that; for some reason it was important to me that he knew I was at the beach when it was dusk and about to storm.

I walked further and the boardwalk stopped but came up a small tank that had a baby seal in it. A small crowd of people was gathered around the tank watching the seal. I stood in the back and looked at the tank. All of a sudden the seal rushed up to a sliding window that was in the side of the tank and stuck his head out of it. He had an excited, smiling face and made a barking/squeaky noise at me, and the other people laughed and looked at me in amazement. I was embarrassed so I covered my face with my hands and left. I was angry and confused that the seal had made me stand out.

After taking a few feet back down the old boardwalk there was an open doorway and an old and impossibly tall asian/oceanic woman with a long face and her grey hair in a bun leaning over to pick something up. She invited me in and wanted me to drink tea with her. I stepped through the doorway and went to the right where the sink and the kitchen area was. She was fiddling around with something on the floor as I made the tea. Her daughter (her daughter but still older than me) came up to me and I tried to ask how many cups I should pour. I put out three small beige tea cups with a red sort of paisley or floral pattern on them but I leaned in and looked closer and they seemed too small, then when I tried to poor the tea in them I realized they weren't tea cups at all but little plastic things (almost like buttons or those tiny patio tables that used to come in the middle of pizza hut pizzas) and I couldn't use them at all.