The sea and we

I dreamt that my mom and dad were with me by the ocean. We were sitting in a little enclave in the ocean, made of up slanting stones, a floating couch and TV, and other bits of floating furniture and odds-and-ends. I was sitting with my mother on the stone and I was trying to cheer her up by showing her the nifty things around us. She kept telling me in a dull voice that I would fall off if I didn't sit still. Then dolphins surfaced and I pointed them out to her "Mom, two dolphins jumping together!" She paid them no mind, but her warning came true and I began to slide down into the sea. I screamed and floundered, even though I knew I could swim, because I was angry at her for letting it happen.

My father swam over and buoyed me up and helped me get to the couch, which I climbed gratefully onto and then I turned back to find my mother and she was not there anymore.

Silly dream. I would rather have nightmares or happy ones, not these strangely off-putting ones.