This is what happened on that beach party night....

So this actually happened in my REAL dream, and then on day it did happen in my REAL life.

We set off to the beach around 3pm on Saturday. We couldn't hop on our train as this beach event had been over promoted and loads of on-vacation students were like "oh yah! we can hook up with our school mates again!" so when groups groups groups of them tried to sqeeze on the train stuffing all the space and every doorway and even the platform, we could only sit back at aside and wonder if joining in the battle with those youngsters or saving our little life. 20 mins later 3 smart arses decided to travel to the previous stop so as to get on the train... safely, and thank god 1 hours later they finally made it their way to the beach!

The quiet tiny fulong station was all packed from platform to subway to ticket hall and also to the street when we got there around early evening. We could only flow with the crowds and tried to keep away from sweaty body touch and stand the heat and stinky smell in the subway. It took us 15 mins to get out of that around 100 meter long tunnel to the other side of fresh air.

The beach had totally been occupied. The food booths, drink booths, souvenir booths, medical booth, body painting booth, people, more people, more and more people, loads of people.... (I HATE 7-11!!) oh by the way, the event was held by 7-11 this year and thank to its great job of promoting this annual r&r beach event, it brought the most people that it never had before to this beautiful white sandy beach where normally only several hundred people would come on weekends. (yeah, I HATE 7-11!!) Last year we could still go close to the stage and gaze to my dream man singing, and after concert we could even go soaking into the water; this year the stage was way out of reach and no one could allow to approach the water either. (I SO HATE 7-11!!) So last year we could sit down and watch the show for the night, but this year we could only play balls and chat on the beach and drinking. Oh well, it's actually not that bad, cuz we had some guys joining in our conversation and... oh well, ok... yeah... it's good this way too!hehe...:)

We were totally sunk in the joys with friends and had no idea when the concert ended. Meanwhile another group of people were gathering and more and more crowds were approaching to our neighborhood. There was a 3 guys' band who played pop music and invited people to request songs and sing for the public. A guy around 18-20 yo went up to sing a local hip pop king's songs and just acted like he's a super star and enjoyed in his performance with his 'so so' voice, but he kept getting crowds applause for his confidence and courage and some funny tricks. Then more young kids went up to sing with inaccurate vocals. Crowds applauded still, and so did i. That night I witnessed the fearlessness and creativity that new generation posses and their strong life energy.

We left around midnight to another beach party in Dashi, where is popular in local foreigners loop for surfing and rave party. The beach in chinese name is honeymoon bay, and just like the name it is a small bay with not very wide sandy beach right by the northern highway. The other side of the road is mountains, so this small bay can be quiet and dark and romantic at night. So we met our new friends- the 3 canadian guys again there and their friends, and started dancing hard in front of the dj tant on the sands. It's a very special experience to dance on the beach. The harder you step on the ground, the deeper your feet sink into sands, and the more slowly you react for the next step. So eventually you either loss your balance, or dance weirdly. Thank god it was dark and people got too drunk or too high to see your awkward motion so you can still look sexy dancing there.

Not sure how the night passed, just when noticing the sky was cracked by the dawn we were all passed out on the sands. I tried to force my brain to get some sleep but my mind was still clear, and my heart still beat fast. My breath followed the frequency of the snore next to me and in a sudden I sensed the familiarity and the peace. The music was still hot when the sunshine got broiling around 6 am, and people started to jump into sea waves one by one. We ended up this journy before being burned like bbq chicken around then, and came back to reality on sunday morning 9 pm.

My dream finished at the dark night of the beach and I woke up with wondering who those guys I talked to and where it would be and how it happened. Now I finally saw the whole story of the dream. It's like the feeling that you see the movie trailer by chance and then you get to see the whole movie one day. I am pretty happy it was a sweet dream.