Dunes

It is some kind of crossbreed, giraffe and hyena.  It's a sexual creature.  In any case, she's meant to have sex with it, I know that.  But she's so afraid.  Her fear is palpable.  It's an evil creature, it contains Satan.  

We drive carefully south.  As we reach the coast again, just past Santa Barbara, massive sand dunes cascade to the sea in all directions.  The shoreline is all inlets, the sand dunes mountainous out off the coast as well.  Suddenly, the weather is glorious.  The sand dunes are completely empty, and I am all alone.  I feel an unstoppable desire to park the car and walk naked across the beach for hours.  Who might I encounter? 

I am still just meters from the car, and the sky is turning red, brown, thick with foul smoke.  A fire burns out of sight.  The sea has gone completely calm.  There is some drastic need for escape now.  A huge bridge has sprung up out of the ground and water, forming a barrier to the equally massive airplane now on the beach, approaching take off.  I am both in the airplane, and watching it from up close on the shore, seeing it veer nearly 90 degrees, one wing pointing towards the sky, the other towards  sand.  I'm not sure if it intends to fly between the vertical legs of the bridge, or to swerve and swoosh, just barely missing it entirely.  I only know that it is flying without a pilot, empty, and entirely of its own volition.