I finally went on vacation, with a bunch of people from work. We went to some island that was just off the coast. It was not a big island, just a few miles across. I think it has been in my dreams before. The interior of the island is farmland; the rocky edges of the island are all little resort properties and trendy little places to eat and drink.
During the day, I went in to hang around the farms, just to catch some sunshine. There were herds of cows running around, and a few bulls which I was told to watch out for. Oh, and the gorilla. Gorilla? Sure enough, there was a big gorilla who sort of hung out wherever he wanted. ("Where does an eight hundred pound gorilla sit?") And dogs, there were dogs all over the place. At one point, I watched the gorilla being sort of teased by one of the dogs; the dog was faster than it and zipped up and back, yapping, until the gorilla picked up a sort of single-pronged pitchfork, hefted it experimentally for a moment, and tossed it at the dog. It pinned the dog through the leg. The dog halted and went down, yelping. The gorilla lumbered over, pulled the makeshift spear out of the dog's leg, and while I looked on in horror, slammed it back down through the dog's chest. Then, with a single wrenching motion, it tore the dog into two pieces. As soon as the dog stopped moving and making noise, it got bored, dropped the whole mess, and lumbered off across the field. I could barely keep myself from vomiting, I was so horrified. I stumbled away to another field, where I watched other dogs chasing the bulls, and I realized that, on this island, it was like rock scissors paper: dog chases bull, bull gores gorilla, gorilla spears dog.
As evening fell, I went back down to the coastline, to the party houses, which were mostly overrun by some sort of spring break crowd. Except it was an older crowd, an aging computer geek/goth scene in its 40s, still trying to act out their twentysomething days even though they were no longer even remotely attractive enough to do "spring break" somewhere "real". They had set up some separate areas for their kids to hang out in, shallower pools and the like, while they went wild in the back. I decided maybe someone should check on the kids, and that's when the tsunami hit. The dream ended with a lot of slogging through two or three feet of water looking for children...