I see an Island nation, golden buildings, blue banners. Imagine Atlantis basically. Roman dressed citizens, 40 foot statues of Poseiden line the beach. The sky is changing from beautiful blue to dark grey, like ink and winds pick up. The waves pick up, the tide rushes in. People caught unaware outside the walls are swept out to sea. The waves rush and slam against the 50 foot walls of the city, barely the heads of the statues of poseiden are above the water outside the walls. Inside the walls you see people standing, facing the wall. Their hands and arms outstretched against the wall. It's like they are holding the waves back, like the wall wouldn't stand without them. They are willing the waters to not surpass. I see their faces. Some are yelling, screaming at the walls, while others merely drop their heads, eyes closed, tears streaming. Poor, Rich, Man, Women, Child... They all hold the wall.

And then I wake up.