Had so many dreams last night, which is rare since I smoke so much weed. Then today I saw an image on twitter reminiscent of a recurring dream I have: I'm alone on a beach, a massive wave is coming and I'm holding onto the sand in the ground of all things in the hope I survive 🤣

I think I'm remembering a past life where I died as part of a mass extinction event during the younger dryas that the Smithsonian doesn't want us to know about.