i dream that i am on vacation with my good friends in the caribbean. we're having a blast, not only because it's beautiful, but because our parents aren't there with us. it's just us, on our own. we are not any older. just 16-17yr olds, vacationing in the tropics. onward...
so i am relaxing on a chair on the shore, a friend with me, and we're having a good time. but then something happens (i can't remember what) and suddenly i need money, and i start to become a little alarmed because i'm completely inexperienced in all of this. so i run to some sort of ATM and i apparently think i can have my folks wire me some money.
then, *poof*, there is a huge storm on its way and the sky is darkening rapidly. something strange is the fact that the beach, which only a few minutes ago was swarmed with sun worshippers and swimmers and surfers, is now empty but for a couple of people scampering for shelter. my friends and i all run into our hotel, which is a very nice, modern building with glass doors and outer walls, just a few tiny exotic trees placed around the inside, and a jacuzzi and small pool right in the lobby. we are the only ones there. we have no shoes on, and the tiled floor is cool on our feet. we look out through the glass wall and see the storm. there are intense lightning bolts hitting the ocean, and the waves are crashing powerfully on the sand. somehow my friends and i aren't afraid that the storm will hit this hotel.
we end up walking around the hotel and find a room of all white, with another, large jacuzzi, and other people. they're just hanging out, hacing a good time. it's mostly older people, there are about 5 or 6, and they're in the jacuzzi or in nearby couches. some are smoking big cigars, some not. we all hang out and end up forgetting completely about the storm.
