i dreamt i was one of the last people alive on this planet. i was above rocks, on a mountain high high up and trying to climb down, down into the water, back onto rocks, diving back into water, avoiding stampeding manatees thousands of feet under water. whoever was helping me climb down and back up suddenly died, or tripped, or drowned, disappeared in any case, and suddenly i was alone, swimming through bright green water and swimming around the animals, hoping for more rock to climb. the sky was a dark beige shade and suddenly i found myself standing before a large house with a turquoise rail fence. there were cherry trees in bloom above me and all the water and rocks had gone and i just stood there.