I have signed up to sail in the Monhegan Island race. The boat I have agreed to go on looks like a smaller version of a Landfall 38, all in off white fiberglass. The rest of the crew consists of men I don't know and TH [who is not a comfortable person to be around].
I am struggling to find the things I need for my kit - I have one duffel but another is missing. There is a nice breeze now but I know it is going to get light and it will be a long race on an uncomfortably small, slow boat. I look at a weather map. The map shows a low that has just gone by followed by three highs. [The circulation of the highs and lows is backwards for the northern hemisphere although the dream takes place here in Maine, but it make perfect sense in the dream.]
I have to go to a skippers meeting cum send-off party. I keep turning down gravel driveways where I think the party is, but a couple of times I have turned too soon and have to retrace my steps. I finally find The right place.
The party is in a large room like a movie theater. Although the room is well lit, there is actually a movie showing. My wife, who is there, gets up and greets me and starts talking to me. I remonstrate that she is interrupting the movie, but she says this is only sort of a preview - they only have this one reel of this movie - and that the real movie starts later.
A Quiet Night
One of the things I have learned from keeping this dream journal is that I dream much more than I had previously realized. Even those nights, like last night, after which I can't hold on to my dreams, I know I have dreamed about something. And on those nights I can hang on to a few images, I am quite sure I have dreamed much, much more than i retain long enough to scribble down.
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