Lots of fragments.

One very common theme involves a houseboat. Last night, it was about a houseboat that we neglected to return to the marina. We had forgotten that we had it for years, and now we were discussing what to do with the boat. We talked about keeping it and using, but there was concern that we would not be able to get a new registration sticker and that the police might be looking for the numbers. We then talked about returning the boat, thinking we might get our deposit back.

It was pretty much just Jason and I, but some of the other people from the past trips were there briefly. Finally, deciding to take the boat back, it came down to getting it back into Lake Powell. This required taking it over a waterfall. For what ever reason, whenever I dream about boats or ships, there is always the need to take it over a waterfall. I took control of the boat, aimed for the falls and went at it full speed (this is the same strategy every time).

The next thing I know, we are at the dock, and the boat is secure. Jason has gone to find someone to talk to about the boat. Meanwhile, I happen upon the rental dogs the marina has. Apparently, you can rent one of their dogs for you houseboat trip. They were all yellow labs and very friendly. I played and rolled around the dock with them. Two of the three wandered off, and the third, the smallest of the three, I wrapped in a blanket to keep him warm.

Now, these dreams are out of order, but the first dream I had took place at Westland Mall. It is kind of hazy, but I was there with Jeff Booms, and someone else. And we had his motorcycle. It was late and we were doing something illegal. In the end, I am not sure if it was his motorcycle or a stolen one. But when we went to leave, the motorcycle was out of gas.

Trying to keep everyone calm, I pointed out there was a gas station just across the parking lot. But there wasn't. Then I noticed one was across the street. But again, there wasn't. I was then CERTAIN I had seen one across the street and it was there. We walked the bike over and it was very dark, but open. It was an odd store, similar to one I have seen in other dreams. It was like a party store that also sold porn. It had very few windows, and the people working there looked very rough.

While fueling up the bike, I walked around the lot and noticed the wiring at the back had been vandalized. Just as I noticed, a big biker looking guy stormed out and accused me of doing the damage. I tried to point out that it had been there for some time and he was just trying to take advantange of us. At that, a rough looking woman came out. I told her to call the police because this was bullshit. She said she already had called them.

This, I realized, was bad. When the police showed up, the were quick to take the side of the biker and were ready to arrest us. I wanted to insist that they get Scott Hall down there (as he was a Westland police officer) and he could vouch for me, but I remembered he was retired. I tried to get them to bring in a superior officer but they refused.

The police car was big, like a limo. And things kind of became distracted then. Somehow, I managed to get behind the biker and I did something that snapped his neck. I thought I had killed him, so I took his zippo lighter that had skulls on it. Leaving his wallet and his other, bigger torch lighter. Just then, he came to, and accused me of robbing him as well. I pointed out I was just fascinated with the lighter and that if I was going to rob him, I would have taken his wallet. This logic dumbfounded him, despite being a complete lie.