What Paradise Holds

There was this competition in an arena where I had to deflect a rocket being launched from entering these holes, or I had to get them in the holes, I don't remember. But I got a tip that it was easier to position the rocket depending on your position to the moon. It was weird. I don’t remember the outcome of the competition, but we had to run from there (we as in my companions and I) because people were trying to kill us.

We ran through a town that reminded me of old market places, but it was present time period. I noticed a man who was in obvious distress and rather frazzled. I saw him popping pills. His family got a lot of crap because of him.
(this parts is funny but sad)
They said his name was Horton- as in Horton hears a Who.
He claimed to be hearing voices, but didn't want his family to catch the crap for it, so he was taking anti-psychotic drugs to make the voices stop. You could tell it wasn't helping and the town knew it.

There is this big gap and I can't piece together what happened here.

Then I am swimming out to an island with someone. I think it is for safety and to hide. We almost drown swimming out there, and knew it was a possibility when we started out. but we make it in one piece.

The beaches are this beautiful white sand! They are so smooth and have the most perfect slope you can imagine. It was amazing- a paradise. I saw this conch shell that I was going to grab, so I started getting on my snorkeling gear. By the time I was ready, my companion had grabbed already grabbed it. I was so jealous. I still wanted to find something of my own, so I began to snorkel around.

(In my dreams I often switch from which perspective I see the dream- I don't always see it through my own eyes)

My companion and I were snorkeling when I start to see these corpses in the shallow areas of the beach. They were rather fresh and you could still identify them by their hair and clothes and even some of the skin remaining on their faces. I realized that my companion was heading into an area where other corpses were. I tried to shout out to her. She was swimming ahead of me, and I realized that she, my companion, was me and I was looking out through the eyes of the person who was my companion.

I was doing everything I could to keep her from swimming forward because I had noticed something she had not. The corpse that she was about to swim over would traumatize her. I watched her as her eyes opened wide and the recognition spread across her face and tried to rush to help her for I had not warned her in time.

The corpse she was swimming over was her own.