I dreamt of a city along the ocean, full of colored lights and people from all over the world. An Aboriginal man painted in white powder was riding an emu and talking to children.

In the sea were pirate ships, sunken to the sand below with masts and sails sticking out. Walkways ran from shore to ship and fairy lights covered everything.

I saw a yellow moon and the edges looked like red fire but the flame kept its form as though frozen. The sun was setting a blue light behind the moon.