Wet. That was how Dean felt. Once his palm touched the loose grains of sand on the beach he felt relieved. He had made it. His prayers had gone unanswered, and he needed to figure out why. But, he was too tired. So he laid there, and he rested. He woke up hours later, and glanced his eyes around. Dean was confused. There was no beach. There was no water. He was in a dark dingy room with no doors, nor any windows. There were 2 plates with slices of pie on the floor. Dean thought to himself, what the fuck is happening… He picked up the first plate, noticing it was apple pie. He immediately stuffed his face with the delight, because who wouldn’t take free pie? That was when the pie next to him exploded, and he truly awoke. On the beach, with the water, and the sand. Then he awoke once more, on the couch, in the bunker. “I really shouldn’t have watched Inception last night.”