The Barnacle - Dream

I was in the Florida Keys at a boat ramp. I jumped in the water and started swimming out to sea. A nice shiny 28 foot fishing boat idled past me so I grabbed onto the boarding rail on the stern. The captain saw me and sped up a little and then slowed down. I told him he had a nice boat. He thanked me and then turned away. I then asked if I could fish with him. He said yes, so I climbed aboard and off we went. We sped through this tunnel and off to the left was a Marine Patrol hiding. He was writing a ticket to another boater. He flashed his light so we had to stop. The captain pulled over and tied up to a teak dock and walked to the officer’s vessel. I stayed with the boat. The captain was speeding through the tunnel so he knew a ticket was in order. This process took about 20 minutes and we were on our way. I looked down at my left hand to see what appeared to be blackish grey spots on my palm. It was actually barnacles! I scraped them off and sprayed my hand with Windex. Then I woke up.

Towing my Boat in Miami - Dream

Carol and I were in Miami with my boat in tow. We stopped by this new gas station because gas was 1.23 a gallon. That was for unleaded 87 octane. I was so stoked that I put a full tank of 93 octane in the truck.
I knew the custom Westers' tune that I had installed would make the truck be very peppy with that octane. The fuel delivery finished and the pump asked if I wanted a car wash. For some reason I said yes (which I never do because I only hand wash my baby). We then walked inside to get sodas. When I was at the counter getting ready to pay, I saw a young kid with a pressure washer spraying down my truck. I pay for the sodas and go see what he’s doing. He says this is the carwash that I paid for at the pump. I let him finish and 4 of us get into the truck. Carol myself the carwash guy and some other person I do not know. We drive around Miami with my boat in tow until the carwash guy says he needs get back to work. I make a right turn into a parking lot with only one way in and out. They have those parking space markers painted in white around the perimeter of the lot. I decide that I’m in a truck and can make it over the parking space markers ( even with my boat in tow) and whip the truck around and head back in the direction we came.

Then I woke up.

Picnic on Tarpon Belly

I was in the keys and the family had decided to picnic on Tarpon Belly, which is a series of 3 islands with two deep channels in between them. It used to be a fish farm at one time.
One of my co-workers (Michael Lemon) catches the last boat to the island with a commercial fisherman I knew on Summerland. I end up swimming around Summerland Key to the main highway (US1) where I stop by my favorite bait and tackle store. I need to buy some chips for the picnic. I end up paying $3.24 for a small bag of Tostitos scoops. I pay for it with a soaking wet $5 bill (wet from my swim around the island) and am on my way. Somehow, I end up getting a ride with this middle age guy down blimp road to his house. He’s going to loan me his 12 ft Jon boat with a 15 HP Mariner outboard so I can get to the party/picnic on Tarpon Belly. Halfway down the road to his house, we see a puff of smoke. Someone has started a fire in a white 55 gallon drum right on the edge of the road. We just barely make it by without dipping the truck in the water to the right. The gas tank is half full and the boat has water in it. The 3 drawer tackle box in the boat has no clasp to hold the lid to the bottom. I had to grab the tackle box by the bottom and top to lift it out of the boat. Finally I shove off from the dock and start the motor and begin to idle away from the dock. I then hear two kids say they need rides to the local college to take a networking class that I supposedly teach there. I tell them that they’ll have to find their own ride. I bring the boat up on a plane and wake up.