11/09/12

It was an interesting dream last night. I was cast away on a little boat after the ship I’m on sinks. I’m all alone, it’s a wooden rowing boat for the most part, but the weather is good. It’s morning and I’m coming into a harbour. There are sleek fast little yachts speeding by me. I’m using a bed sheet on a pole to propel myself, and the sheet keeps getting tangled. Eventually I get into port, which is a place called Spa. There are lots of canals. My boat overturns, and I end up in the water. It’s a pale milky blue, and warm – nowhere near as cold as I was expecting. There are all sorts of people bathing in the waters – for their health. I climb out and wonder what to do. It’s obviously a foreign Germanic country. I try to find a way to contact the embassy. I find a pastry shop, and they have a phone they are willing to let me use. Then there are lots of options to go through. In the end the phone options come to someone coming out to loan me the money to get home – it has to be paid back within the year, but I’m not worried about that. I have plenty of money in the dream. Then I woke up.