It all started with water. Just endless blue-black water, stretching off as far as I could see in any direction. I swam forwards, my dream somehow gifting me with the ability to breathe, as dreams do. Nothing moved, not even a ripple in the water.
The next thing I knew, I had been set upon by a mass of angry bright green jellyfish. I screeched and paddled for my life, but they were everywhere, horrible blobby forms surrounding me wherever I looked. I started to panic, but up ahead I caught the outline of something in the water. I leapt out of the water superman-style and landed squarely on top of it. It was big and orange and slightly squishy. I sat up and looked about. I was sat atop a giant whoopee cushion.
All around me in the water the jellyfish bobbed ominously, their luminous green forms making me shudder as I perched on the cushion. A breeze began to pick up, steadily gaining in strength until there was something of mini-hurricane going through my dreamscape. Finding what appeared to be a windsurfer's sail in the middle of the whoopee cushion, I turned it around and soon found myself whizzing across the water, shouting excitedly as I bounced and flew over the water.
That is when I woke up.