I came to the end of the city and there was the sea

The sea where it shouldn’t have been.

I started walking down the slope of sand towards it.

When I looked up, the tide was coming in from where I had just been walking.

I was walking towards the sea, yet it was behind me

And rushing down the slope to sweep me away.

I saw a large rocky outcrop of brown sandstone.

I could run under that and hope that the water would pour over the top

Keeping me safe underneath.

What a mad, hopeless idea if it was a real sea!

But dream seas are unpredictable that way.