The Gods of the Tidewater

Last night I had this dream that I lived on the coast, and I was by the seaside with new companions and a man who had been there for weeks, if not months, watching over these clams as they grew and morphed into crabs. He told us that they were gods being reborn, and it was his burden to see that they make it to the ocean. A few were deceased. Where the waves broke against the shore my companions and I discovered many treasures; coinage from foreign lands, crystals, golden trinkets, and all sorts of wonders. We rushed home to find a bucket and the dream loses meaning from there.