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.