Sailing

My son and I are sailing on a lake. It's been a while since I was sailing. I'm teaching him. When I try to explain something he counters, "Why can't you just…" and fills in his own version of how sailing should be conducted. I don't have time to explain tacking or jibing. Suddenly the boat is sunk on the bottom of the lake. We're against a bulkhead at the edge of the lake. My son tries to swim down to the boat but can't find it. I tell him I still have the main sheet in my hand, so I'll go. I find the boat and try to blow air into the capsized hull, hoping that enough air will make it rise to the top. One big exhale. Two big exhales. Wait a minute, I shouldn't be able to breath in under water after breathing out everything. I wake up.

Polar Bear

I'm in this totally white environment, like a detergent commercial. It's not cold or snowy, just white. I'm walking along a slightly bendy path when I spot a polar bear about 100 yards away and he spots me. I start running away. The pb gives chase. Just when he gets to me, he leaps up into the air to pounce on me. I turn to face him, reaching my hands up in the air hoping to catch him and pull some kind of judo move and throw him over my head. The dream ends.

Slip-n-Slide

I was on a blue Slip-n-Slide. Only this particular one was as long as a hundred Slip-n-Slides put together, was wound in a giant spiral, and was floating in midair over a lake. It was about midday, and I was a little chubbier than I am in real life. The third-person "camera" hovered right above my head as I went down. A news-like title bar at the bottom of the scene revealed the location to be either Idaho or Iowa…the letters were fuzzy. It was as if I was watching a live news coverage of myself going down a huge water slide. I can also remember these three crazy vegas-like dressed girls in my house (only it was completely different from my actual house) thanking me for letting them use it. Meanwhile I was thinking that I never actually said that they could, and that I didn't really want them there. Along with this was a first-person image of me slicing a whole-wheat loaf of bread. I don't know why either.

Dream on.