Another dream.

I'm going on vacation with Jeff, my mother and I. Except we're leaving from Vancouver, and by boat. Two rowboats connected by rope. We planned on rowing the entire length of the fictional ocean south of Canada. As we set out in the Vancouver harbour, dwarved by massive battleships all around us, we start thinking about the logistics. Do we have a bailing bucket for when it rains, can we handle the waves of the ocean. A few hundred kilometres later, we're sitting on a pier, wondering, why didn't we just drive. Then my Garmont shoes fall of my feet and start floating away, so I jump into the water to get them. Then something scary happened which I can't remember, but it scared me enough to want to wake up.

Okay finally a new dream!

This one starts off in the basement of an old old house. The walls are made of rocks and I walk down this spiral staircase, kind of like I'm in the keep of a castle, there are torches lighting the walls. When I get to the basement, Dave, Dave and Wehuns from their company Agilipoint are there working. I try to say something but I'm interrupted and told to leave. So I leave and meet up with a bunch of friends outside of a building. The building is all dark, so I open the door, sneak around in the dark and find the only light switch. I turn it on and let the others in. They're like, "how did you know where that was?" And I say something along the lines of, "I grew up in this building, I know it inside out." So there's an elevator and I take it to the top floor. When I exit the elevator suddenly some assassins try to attack me with guns and swords, so I jump out of an open window to escape and now I'm on the roof of the skyscraper. I start jumping from skyscraper to skyscraper trying to escape the assassins. Suddenly the roofs I'm on become more like lawns and I realize I'm now jumping between backyards of a bunch of houses. I see one really interesting house I walk around to the front... and suddenly I'm a futuristic bazaar, with grimy tents selling random things. I walk up to one tent and my family is there, saying, "Thank goodness you're okay!" I look closely at one tent, and they're selling a bunch of random packaged meats, except the labels are like "Fresh Eli", "Fresh Dave", "Day-old John"!! My family sees my horror and they ask what the problem is. "It's the future, after all," they say.

Then I woke up.