That's why we swim with shoes on.

I had dreams I only remember pieces of. There was the whole part about being late for class, and something about steampunk copper wristwatches that you could send little text messages on. There was the group of people that I had known forever (but upon waking I had no idea who they all were). There was something about the sun setting over the trees and there was some body of water, maybe a lake, with a small tide coming in. I kept getting my feet wet and was throwing the broken glass I found back out so that it could be smoothed out by the time it was washed up again. There's probably some symbolism there.