I dreamed that I was in a group of 3 running alongside a steep hill/cliff. We were going up and North. At one point I was running on the ledge. The running was slow and labored. There was water at the base of the cliff. It was pulsating, slowly crashing higher on the ledge. It lapped at someone’s feet and we ran E along the flat plain at the top. The water behind us pulsed and shot up. It was always behind us. After several tries it pulsed and overshadowed us. As it overtook my comrades and myself, my vision faded to black and I woke up.