It was a difficult night, with many dreams and awakenings. One false awakening. Of the two dreams I remember, in one I was flying with my son, in an airport. We were flying so fast I had my body in front of his to protect him from the 'drag'.
In another I was with a composite of two close friends I had, one was my best friend from college, and the second one was my best friend from 'adulthood'. We had gone to the beach and met an actor there. There was something weird and dangerous about the surf, although it looked glassy- something that only happened every some odd centuries. I went in the water because I don't like being told what to do but got out before getting caught in the undertow. Then went back to the seashore and had an interesting conversation with the actor.