I dreamt that I was running over rolling hills of grass, just beautiful, green grass as far as I could see. With me in the grass were hundreds of surfs, surrounding me and running, also. Every so often, I knew that a surf wanted to talk to me, so I paused and picked one up. When I did so, he would become human size and we could talk face to face. Then I would put that one down in the grass, he would turn small again, and we would resume running. I would pause again in a bit to pick up another one with something to say. This just continued like that.