This dream was again very disjointed. Perhaps I go back to sleep during parts of them. It occurred a few nights ago.
I am sitting with some other people who I know, but the dream is non-specific as to who they actually are. There is dry grass, like you get during summer time. The land drops quickly less than a hundred meters to a rocky coast line. Waves smash against the rocks.
Later I am in a camping ground near by. Again the people are those I know, but non-specific. There are several tents. I have a small very dark green grey tent with a mesh. It is open to the sky as there is no chance of rain, with only the mesh over the top. Children play near-by.
A person gets into the tent. A fly is thrown over the top of the tent. The dream ends.