We watched Pirates of the Carribean last night. It stands to reason I would have an awesome pirate dream and yet we all know reason has nothing to do with dreams. I did dream I was boating. More to the point I was trying to boat.
The dream began somewhere in the middle of everything as dreams often do. I was standing beside a large and lazy river. This river looked as if the Mississippi River was plunked down in the middle of Saskatchewan. Hmmmm, maybe this is what parts of Manitoba look like right now. Along the shore I was at were several large dingy or York boat style vessels. Every time I attempted to set foot in these large squat open boats they would fill with other people and set off. Finally I spyed a smaller version of the same boat and planted myself into her.
Soon the little boat was full. Aside from myself, it was occupied by Gwenivere, Corey, and four other tourists or random people and was ready to set out. We had no specific destination and I was convinced that we were bound for the opposite shore. Instead we just toured up and down teh same stretch of water over and over again. It was pointless and after a while I was just annoyed. (Anyone who ever had dinner on The Edmonton Queen will know exactly what this is like.) Since I was stuck in the boat and bored to tears I began looking to see how the little dingy got around. No oars, motors, sails, paddles, galley slaves, or any other form of conveyance. Now I was scared. This was creepy, I kept thinking that this was the river Styxx and we were all dead and I snuck on the dang boat and didn't pay so now we were screwed.
Whatever was to happen after that I cannot say. Sheamus woke up at 6:15 this morning and has been going hard ever since. Dang.
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