At a harbour. To the left is a harbour wall, shore and then it turns right. The harbour wall jutted out like a square; Straight line, and then a 90 degree angle and then a right turn.
I was in a small white longtail boat, like the Chao Phraya riverboat in Bangkok. I turned right at the harbour. The harbour was to the left. Boats moored, like in a harbour marina was to the right, now.
At one point, the boat I was in flooded with water, at the front left side. The boat listed to the front and it also listed to the right. The boat spun around and around in circles, violently. But it soon righted itself and floated perfectly. I anticipated this, I stood up in the boat and outstretched my arms perfectly. Me, a creature of existence achieving balance.
The boat headed to the marina with a lot of other white yachts.
I was released onto a small floating raft with wooden slats spaced slightly apart so you could see the water beneath but it still floated. There were crude wooded railings on three sides of this small raft. I was thinking, I had my things, how am I going to connect with my personal artifacts again, and I am assuming I am in Vancouver again now, and at some point soon, I will be in Dawson Creek again.
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A dream I had of my friend Cate. I see her in a room in a half hallway. A door is to the right.
She is in there. She is a large lady. She is with three young college girls. I want to be with her but she tells me that it is better that I leave. So I left and went and sat just outside the hallway, on a carpet.
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