I had a dream I was flying on a plane somewhere all by myself, been pretty lonely and bored. And indifferent, even though I have never been on a plane before. I arrived at some beach in the middle of the summer, but it didn't impress me (there was one of my friends too who recently went back from some hot country), I was walking on some sloppy bridge above the water and saw something underneath the water surface, like bags or something. Then I was visiting some restaurants and kept criticizing food over there and finally went back on a plane.