The Beach, Boys and Crocodiles

I had the strangest of dreams last night. I am not sure exactly what
I ate, or didn't to prompt such a bizarre dream.

Like a lot of dreams, the location was fuzzy and seemed to transition
back and forth between my home and the coastal beach. Or perhaps they
were merged together; a beach floor with the walls and furniture of my
home. My couch and coffee table were sitting on the sand floor, and
in my dream this seemed perfectly logical. Then somehow in my dream I
met a hot boy. How I met this boy was never clearly revealed. He was
hot, smooth, ripped, and wanted to be my boyfriend.

We were in love and we went skipping through the sand…err around my
house…and made love all day long. (That part of the dream was quite
erotic.) Then one day the hot boy (he never did reveal his name) came
over and we made mad passionate love. (Seriously, this part of the
dream could have lasted longer. MEN!)

Later that evening I was to meet up with him to go to some party.
When I arrived at the bar, which seemed very similar to Crush, but
with a sand floor of course, I remarked to him how great he performed
earlier in the day. He gave me a funny look. It was the look of
surprise. He didn't know what I was talking about. Then the look was
replaced with suspicion.

We started to argue about the weather or not we had mind blowing sex
that morning. We were screaming at the top of our lungs as people in
the bar stopped what they were doing to see what drama had developed.
Then through the doors walked a boy that looked just like my hottie
boyfriend. This hottie look-a-like walked right past us and winked.
I was in total shock. Had I slept with the look-a-like and not my
boy?

The hottie boyfriend ran out of the bar, in tears, not sure what to
think or believe. I ran after, but when I opened the door in the bar
to head outside, there was nothing but sand and swamp and crocodiles.
Big, nasty, pissed off crocodiles were everywhere, and they were not
happy to see me. Still I ran after the hot boyfriend, weaving and
dodging crocodiles. As they snapped and hissed I would leap over them
like in a Mario Brothers video game.

Behind me the hottie look-a-like had set chase as well. I could not
tell who he was chasing after. He would be beside me, and then behind
me, then ahead of me. He was all over the place. I was surrounded by
the hottie look-a-like, and I could no longer find my hottie
boyfriend. I was out of breath and running out of energy.

Finally, I made it through the croc fields. There was still no sign
of my hottie boyfriend, but I had to slow down and stop. The hottie
look-a-like slowed down beside me to stop. I had my hand on my knees
and was bent over trying to catch my breath. I looked up at the
hottie look-a-like and noticed that he looked different somehow. I
stood up straight to get a good look. Then I noticed it. He was part
human, part crocodile.

That's it, and then I woke up. Now what the hell does that mean?