Seattle

Last night I dreamt I was in Seattle and we were driving to the beach. I took a picture of a stone sculpture out the window of the car. The sculpture was cylindrical and had a funny, cartoonish face. I was satisfied with the photo. We got to the beach. It was warm and people were sitting out in the sun. The water we were by was in a pool fed by the ocean, surrounded by a stone wall. It was like we were lounging by the side of a stone pool, that had ocean water coming into it. It reminded me of old paintings of outdoor Roman baths. My feet were in the water and I felt a pain in my pinky toe. I pulled it out of the water and saw an open gash. I thought it might have been bitten by an animal or cut on a shell. I put it back in the salt water to clean and heal it. When I woke up, I could still feel pain in my pinky toe. This was the second night in a row I dreamt of being in Seattle for no clear reason.