I was walking along the coast of some unrecognized beach, and I could see fish bones everywhere. I could smell the decaying of fish, and sea life, and see the flies swarming on what was left of rotting meat. It stretched for miles, but I kept walking, and looking down at all the outstretched bones, all mangled and long. Then it switched into me and him taking off to the airport to visit some unknown destination. Once we got there , we were in this building with all the people spitting out name of bands starting with,"The." They had all left, and the maid came in. she was a hefty women, with dark skin, and she handed us the keys and said we could stay there if we wanted. The last thing I remember is looking around, glancing at a microwave, looking out at this wide area of a room.
