I'm in North Cape May with my family, other people's families too. But I go to the beach by myself with a man a little older than I am in the middle of the night. He takes me through the dunes and to the water. The beach is fully lit by the moon and I see that the tide is disoriented and the sand has shifted. There are hundreds of people standing sitting laying on this island in the middle of the bay.
I'm there with the Broscoe Family. In someone elses house, they are wealthy and had 4 children. The oldest male died. Now there is only 3. 2 boys and a girl. I think they're younger than I am, but find the youngest is in high school and the oldest male was out of college and married. They had all these little kid cups and plates and toys, only with 3, they threw away the 4th. They have a dog.
I'm driving through the Pine Barrens in the day. I'm with a man again, a different man. Maybe Jeff Hall. We're driving towards a house and we have to drive through. But there's an explosion behind us so we have to floor it. I think we burned, but the dream keeps going on.
I think about my Nonno in the basement and shower of our beach house.
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