The beach That would Not let Me Go

"I dreamed I was at a beach again, a place I didn't recognize, with other people scattered across the sand. Somehow I ended up in the water. I don’t remember deciding to go in, or maybe I did. It didn't matter. The waves grew strong without warning, and they began to pull at me, dragging me away from the shore. I never thought about drowning. I only knew I was afraid of being pulled out, so I fought, kicking and clawing my way back toward the land. When I finally reached the shore, there was no relief. The beach had become a steep hill, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't climb it. My hands slid and my legs gave out, and the water kept tugging at my feet from behind. I looked around. Everyone else was standing calmly, safe, untouched by the waves. No one was being pulled. No one looked at me or reached out a hand. It was always just me, struggling alone."