I was with Matt (older bro) on a hazy beach in a gloomy twilight (it felt like day, but didn't look like it). We wandered through a series of locker rooms, past the navy lockers which looked like they could use a little touch-up. Matt was wearing a grey hoodie and I had a blue Dashboard Confessional shirt (which once belonged to Matt in real life). I was also carrying two awkwardly long (12 feet) firecrackers and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with them.
We made our way out to the beachfront and saw a college girls soccer game to our left and high school volleyball to our right. Neither of us had much interest in watching either of them, so we walked right through the soccer field to the water (annoying spectators and players and referees). The waves were tall, but gentle when they landed on the sand. Matt and I walked away from the people for about a mile, as I tried to figure out the purpose of my firecrackers. We didn't talk (my brother and I), but not because we were angry at each other or anything like that.
We encountered a large wall made from red sand bricks, on top of which we saw a dozen men pulling up a dozen stones using ropes attached to pulleys above the wall, all in unison. They ignored us as we walked past the wall to a large rock face. Matt decided to climb it, but I felt that it was important for me not to let go of my firecrackers, so I let him go and I walked back to the locker room alone.
I sat on a massage table in the middle of the room and decided it was at last time to take a rest from the firecrackers, so I set them outside the locker room building and relaxed on the massage table and fell asleep.
I woke up to a soccer player turning me over by the shoulder and diving in for a kiss. I fought it off and ran outside. Then I saw that the fuses on both of my firecrackers had been lit, and I sprinted away from them without much thought needed to consider the danger.
They exploded with a disappointing bang, but the flame produced was marvelous and horrifying. The overhang above the locker room door caught on fire, followed by the whole building. It was then that I realized the exteriors of all the buildings around me looked like something from Aladdin, and they all started to catch on fire. A tiny firetruck (about the size of an electric car) pulled up to me and asked me the source of the fire. I pointed to where the fireworks had exploded. I knew we would all soon be engulfed in flames and didn't know why it mattered where the fire had begun.
Then I awoke.
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