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No chronology of course;

P and her mum were giving us a lift. P's Mum driving, she took a wrong turn and we ended up on the beach - ie directly onto the sand - but the beach was flooding - there was literally a cars width of sand remaining, rough seas and wind -lots of spray and spume - that cold, salty smell and tang. Very vivid. There were others on the beach - and piles of bin bags and refuge - people were rummaging through all the debris - the sense was that this was like beachcombing - but it was evident that this stuff belonged to people - there were china cabinets, piled up with ornaments etc

flooding worsened - we were (me and strangers now) flying over the surface of the water - in my head I knew we were in jersey (which makes no sense) - we were skimming over the water as if we were in a helicopter (as if i'd know - like in all the vietnam movies) skimming over the water, causing it to ripple below us.

Apart from the ripples we were causing the water was still. Lots of green weed on the top - but all the buildings that were submerged were forts - red brick forts all turrets and crenellations. very medieval and all submerged under water. just the top foot or so showing. It was so quiet, and eerie.

inside now, it was a huge room, completely full with overlapping beds - like a patchwork/weave of double and single beds, all with white bed linen, all full - lots of children wearing old fashioned nightshirts (like the sound of music!) and people creeping out of the bunks to take over watch duties. very 'last people in the world', very forboding and depressing. Lots of children, with the adults being 'brave front' and brittle.

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very long winded - I just needed to remember it. - there was also a bit about a short haired black dog and a man who was praying. !