Dodging Logs

There was something initially about being in some sort of parking area/forest (which I can remember having to walk through in a different dream). For a time of it, I was actually way up in the air looking at is as if I were flying to it.

Anyway, eventually I wound up out on a beach, and I was walking along the edge of the water, with the water to my right. I came up on a group of people that I knew, which I believe included mom and Emily (wife), but definitely included Matthew (brother). There was one other person there, too, but I don't remember who it was.

The beach was fairly crowded, and it had the feeling of being at the edge of some sort of city. There may have been some shops or buildings off to my left. Anyway, I stood there talking to them for a moment, and I had noticed a ridge somewhat like a small row of mountains off to my left, opposite the water, and just behind what buildings there were. I also noticed that at various places along the water, there were smallish (compared to the giants in the forest earlier) trees actually growing out of the sand close to the water's edge.

The group was sitting on a big blanket on the beach, and Matthew was supposed to be doing his homework. As we chatted, something strange started to happen. Huge logs from the forest on the other side of the ridge started flying up over the ridge and landing on the beach. These things seemed really huge. People started yelling and screaming and running around. Each and every log was branch-less, and it was pointed at both ends, kind of like this:






Somehow I wasn't scared of them, and in fact, I had realized rather quickly that this happened (or at least should have happened) often, because it was part of some sort of work going on. It was amazing to watch these things come flying up over the ridge and come crashing and skidding onto the beach or out into the water. Then I saw one coming particularly close to us, and, at this point I had gone around to the other side of the group of people (so that facing them put the water on my left, and the trees coming from my right). I shouted a warning to Matthew to keep an eye out for it so it didn't hit him. It wound up hitting the ground about 20 feet in front of Matthew, and it skidded right beside him, kicking sand up all over the place, and went right out into the water.

Matthew jumped up and started going "ow ow ow!". At first I thought some of the tree had caught him as it went by. I realized that it could have also been some of the sand that had done something. I figured the fast flying sand had either gotten into one of his eyes, or had embedded itself into his skin because it was hit so hard when the tree landed. Either way, Matthew and the others got up, and we decided that we needed to get to a doctor or the hospital to get him looked at.

We started running along the water (with it again to our right, so in the direction that I had been walking originally) and we were dodging more and more of these logs that were flying up over the ridge and onto the beach. We were actually all running very fast. We kept going until we basically hit a wall at the edge of the beach, and it had stairs that went up to the ridge and to street-level. We ran up the stairs, and we were almost out onto the street when I woke up.

[One odd note about waking up... I was totally out of breath. I was panting just as if I had actually been running. It actually took me a few minutes to calm back down and get back to sleep.]