Heads at the beach

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I dreamed I was at my aunt’s cottage where I spent my summers growing up. We were on the way to the town beach near there that is very rocky. We were going there with my mother, brother and grandmother with my aunt driving her big old red convertible she had in the 70’s.
My aunt always closed her cottage around the time of my brother’s birthday. (October 13th) We would make a last trip about then, celebrate his birthday and go to the beach one last time. It was always too cold to go in, but we’d look out over the ocean one last time, then go home for the winter.
In the dream, we were doing that last beach visit trip. We were all wearing coats and such for the cold. I was in my teens, although couldn’t give an exact age.
As we drove there, I had a moment of prophesy.
“We will find heads in the water,” I said to the others in the car.
“Don’t be foolish,” my grandmother said. “It will be too cold to go in the water.”
“None the less, we will find heads,” I repeated.
We got to the beach and started walking along it. It is very rocky with both large and small rocks all along the beach.
I walked off to the left with my aunt. The others stayed near the car.
There wasn’t much wind, so the waves were all pretty small. It was a very clear, sunny, day so you could see into the water.
As we walked along, I kept looking along the bottom.
“You’re not going to find heads,” my aunt said.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” I said. “But, I know I will.”
I saw a big sandy patch just past the surf line.
“I’m going to wade out to that sand,” I said, taking off my shoes and socks.
“Don’t be stupid,” my aunt said. “It’s much too cold to wade in the water.”
I pointed up the beach to where my mother and brother were wading through the water near one of the large rocks.
My aunt rolled her eyes with a “I’m the only sane one” look, but didn’t stop me.
I waded over the rocks to the sand and started looking around the bottom.
“You won’t find heads!” my aunt shouted. “Now get back here and dry off.”
I ignored her and waded around some more. As I did, I saw something flash in the sand on the bottom. I reached in and pulled out a penny, head side up.
“Heads!” I shouted to my aunt, holding up the coin.
I saw several other coins, pennies and dimes. I grabbed them off the bottom and waded a little farther out.
“No deeper!” my aunt shouted from the shore. “You’ve got your heads, come back to the beach.”
“I can see more coins,” I said, pointing to the deeper water.
“How much money did you find so far?” she asked.
I looked in my hand. Two dimes, 7 pennies.
“Twenty seven cents!” I shouted.
“That’s not enough for pneumonia,” she shouted back. “Get in here.”
I waded ashore and showed her the coins, all face up.
“See!” I said. “Heads!”
“Very nice,” she said. “Get in the car before you catch a cold.”
Dream ends