"...a sea"

I had another of those dreams. I was walking My feet hurt I looked down they were bleeding. I left foot prints of blood on grey stone.

This place was bleak.

It was always noon. No morning no night .

I was near a sea. There were submarines diving. Squadrons of them slowly going down.

...and there was singing.

The "Sailor's Hymn"

"Eternal Father, strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,

Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep,

It's own appointed limits keep;

Oh hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the Sea!"

They dived. WW2 Gatos today's California, and Montana Class nuclear "Boomers".

The sea washed the blood from my feet.

The dream morphed as they do, and I was sweeping the floor of an abandoned building. I heard a baby crying down the hall. I went opened the door, and saw the child's shadow...just the shadow. The room held a shadow which cried, and cried.

Another morph, and I was rummaging in a bin for clothes. They were all like the thin rags I was wearing. A person came, and handed me a clean shirt, and pair of jeans.

...also a silver dollar.

She said I could sleep on the roof. That the birds would protect me,..."they protected everybody here".

And I did sleep on the roof. I slept in the eternal noon of that world. I lay there as swarms of birds danced above.