Running along a vast beach— running full-tilt on all eight legs for no reason but for the sheer joy of it, the wind in your fur and ears, and the sound of laughter and yelling (most of it playful demands to slow down) falling further and further behind. The sun is brilliant overhead, and the briny smell of the ocean and all the life in and around it is rich in your nose, infinitely more vivid and detailed than it would have been to purely human senses.
—and then, as you blink the remnants of the memory from your eyes, you're awake.
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You remember—
Running along a vast beach— running full-tilt on all eight legs for no reason but for the sheer joy of it, the wind in your fur and ears, and the sound of laughter and yelling (most of it playful demands to slow down) falling further and further behind. The sun is brilliant overhead, and the briny smell of the ocean and all the life in and around it is rich in your nose, infinitely more vivid and detailed than it would have been to purely human senses.
—and then, as you blink the remnants of the memory from your eyes, you're awake.