Sailboat Dream

Last night I had a strange dream, but I’m already starting to lose a lot of it. I dreamed that I was on this mission to be more active and do more in my life, and part of that was to go sailing with my friend Brad (a guy I knew when I was a teenager and haven’t spoken to in years). He took me to this place where people were going sailing and my friend Tony D. (a friend from uni) was there. We saw each other and were both in shock because we haven’t seen each other in years.

Then it was time to get in the sailboat, it was weird because there was benches all around the sides but nowhere to put your legs, so I had to fold myself up all weird. We didn’t really do anything other than sit there, some guy did all the actual sailing work.

Then we were in this harbour, with tons of boats and what looked like floating shops. One of the girls pointed out this little floating building, about 2x the size of an out house that was nicely painted and lit up. She said the name of it, which was a really clever name but I forget now, and how they have the best yarn around. It was a floating yarn shop and I remember saying “Fuuuuuck, why don’t we have those in Rotterdam?”. I was thinking to myself in my dream what a waste it was that Rotterdam has all these harbours and no floating shops!

We sailed over to the side of the harbour and went into this old dilapitated building, but we had the sailboat with us. It became this funny kind of boat like you saw people make on kids shows where there is no bottom and you just hold it around your waist. I’m not sure what the point of going in there was but there was nothing to see. We slid the boat down this plank back into the water.

Just as we were about to hit the water I saw this tiny little frog on a lillypad, he was really bright green and I wanted to hold him. He jumped away as the boat hit though and I couldn’t see him anymore. When I was looking for him I noticed all these other frogs under the water but they were bigger, and fatter, and had a sort of army print coloring to them. I had these huge oven mits on my hands and reached into the water and grabbed one. It didn’t try to jump out of my hand and I was showing everyone “hey look, a frog!” and nobody seemed impressed.