I dreamed that I was in this resort town that was sort of like Atlantic City and sort of like Vegas, but cleaner. It was on the ocean and this strip of mega-hotels controlled all access to the beach. You absolutely could not get to the beach unless you had a room in one of these hotels. To complicate matters, I'd left my purse at home, so I arrived with absolutely no money. For some reason I was just determined as all hell to get to the beach.
So I went in one big hotel, thinking I was going to sneak in and find the door that opened onto the beach. Great big place, done all in black, big black tile walls, fancy French doors. I think I managed to actually sneak into a guest room, somehwere people were staying but didn't happen to be in at that moment, and it gave every appearance of opening up onto the beach, with big windows that looked out on it and sand and beach toys on the floor. So I'm running for these doors, find myself in some exterior hallway, keep running straight ahead, and burst through the doors to find myself in a rainy parking lot on the wrong side of the hotel. I think I tried sneaking in a couple more times, pretending I was there to apply for a job or acting like I wanted to go to their basement casino, but I ended up booted out every time.
Finally I was looking around and I found this parking lot between two of the casinos, and the parking lot had a low wall that separated it from the beach. So I got all excited, hopped the gate, ran through the parking lot, and stopped short when I saw that it was at the top of this immense valley of sand with a narrow channel of blue seawater at the bottom. And since the water was crystal clear, you could see a shark in the water every now and then. So the thing was as good as a moat.
I think eventually I decided to run down the side of the hill and kind of snowplow, knocking sand into this saltwater channel in the hopes that I could leap across and somehow back up the works and ruin things for this hotel that had kept me away from the beach.
Also, somewhere in the same dream, I saw a clip of a documentary on TV about the people who did Civil War reenactments having to retire and pass the torch on to younger reenacters. I briefly saw a glimpse of my high school history teacher in a Musketeer hat, running to lead some charge. My mind was so convinced that I had actually seen this that my first thought on waking up was that I had to go on Facebook and tell him I had seen him on TV.