I was on a boat, riding home from a camp. We spotted another boat that looked rather strange, and so began to follow it, trying to figure out what was so strange about it.
Shortly after that, a number of people of Indian descent boarded the boat and we went to an interior area to wait for dinner. The room was somewhat crowded, but quite comfortable, as we were using each other as footstools and chairs. A ritual, evidentially Indian, was begun, whereby one would spoon out two spoonfuls of a sand-like substance with crushed red plastic pieces in it.
Soon after the ritual started, I went to sleep, dreaming of the place where the Indians had evidentially gone to school. I woke up as the bowl was passed to me, and nervously spooned two spoonfuls of the substance to the side of the bowl. Passing the bowl, I saw that two people to my left had also gone to sleep, and so I passed it to the next person, somewhat annoyed that someone must have woken me up.
After some more time socializing and whatnot, some adults decided that it was getting too rowdy, and turned off the TV, evidentially moving a number of the people who had been there to another room.
While I was searching through my pack at this time, an adult sized figure in the hallway asked me if I could use this key as he had to lock the prison cells, and tossed me a piece of blue plastic. I asked him if it just locked my satchel and he said yes. Although I hadn't realized it, someone else in the room with me thought that it must be my former roommate, who had given me some things to keep for a time.
Posted by Trevor Savage at August 6, 2004 3:06 PM