I own a boat, and I’m waiting to have it serviced. I’m standing on what appears to be a curb, like the corner of a street intersection sidewalk, but instead of a street, there is the deep water that my boat is in. And the sidewalk is also slightly submerged in about two inches of water.
I’m trying to hold lots of stuff, but I can’t seem to carry all of it. So some falls into the water and floats in front of me. I notice that all of it floats, but I don’t question the impossibility of it, even though there are green, vinyl-coated hand weights among the floating items. Another item is my checkbook.
The service guy is approaching. I ask him if I should dive in and swim to my boat. He vehemently says not to, otherwise I might get chopped up by the propeller blades.
The boat is now a party boat, and I’m on board. There is a speaker or entertainer standing in the front, and many seated in the audience facing him.
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