In one dream, I'm on a huge boat, departing from my parents' house. We go down to the base of the hill, where we seem to be walking alongside the boat, which is the size of a large ship. It cuts through the dirt like a plow, pulling the soil aside in waves. I am outside the boat, taking pictures, remarking to a girl nearby that I like to take pictures of this situation.

In another dream, I've taken a boat around a city lagoon, where I've stopped to switch transportation. My brothers and sisters are back where we started, and mom and dad came this far with me, but I'm continuing on to meet Dennie and some other people, maybe to stay with them.

I've got a grey tote, which is nearly empty but has a few things in it that I take with me, among them my headlamp, but I can't take everything because I'm carrying only a backpack. I tell my folks that they'll have to take the tote with what's left in it, because there's no other way for it to get back.