Our family and some friends had to quickly gather our stuff and supplies off a beach and try to create our own floor in a hotel. Each of us had a different floor and we were to remodel the entire place. We picked on each other about how the rooms looked.
It didn't seem as though we cared. About half way through the dream, a storm blew my stack of money from the beach all over the place and my car keys were gone. I borrowed a metal detector and eventually found them. The money was returned by a person in a nice neat stack.
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