Last night I turned off the TV in the middle of the night and was treated to at least 3 dreams. None of them seemed particularly long or memorable, but they were better than the blackness of unconscious sleep.
In the first dream, Rienna and I were walking around in some sandy beach town. We sat down in one of those beachfront alleys that accommodate pedestrian traffic. I remember picking up her right leg and raising it up in the air, as a referee raises the arm of the victor in a boxing match, and saying, "This is my girlfriend, world!" Some discussion ensued as to why I hadn't told anyone earlier.
Next, I was in some coastal community on a boat launch near a breakwater designed for sailing. I got onto a pretty small sailboat to go sailing with a couple who seemed to know what they were doing. The first minute or two went ok, but soon we were headed full speed toward some rocks. With no way to change course, we all abandoned ship, and I watched as the boat smashed itself to pieces against the breakwater.
Finally, I was in a car arriving at a rental property on the coast, about to check in, or at least inspect it for possible use as a resort. It was just an everyday house, empty and no amenities. A caretaker informed me that there was no cable, and we'd be forced to watch TV the old fashioned way. He offered to escort us to the nearest supermarket, so we could pick up the latest TV guide.
That's it for now. I had to write them down, despite the lack of much descriptive detail, because I'm trying to regain my ability to remember dreams at all. If there is any interpretive significance, maybe it will become clear at a later time.
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