I'm on a huge ship in the ocean, like a navy destroyer. Everything is grey. Rousseau is piloting, and trying to negotiate increasingly huge waves. We're trying to turn into them, but some sneak up on the side as we're turning. One washes nearly over the boat, and I'm not sure it's going to stay right. Somehow I fall out of the boat, but instead of going into the water, I float up into the air. I am trailing behind the boat by about 50 feet, and I have a nice view of it, so I take out my camera and start trying to get a picture. The camera's little lens sticks out much longer than usual, and I worry that it's getting wet. Besides, I'm being left behind by the boat. But Rousseau notices and slows down to pick me up.

Later it's dark, and I'm trying to get somewhere, but I don't remember why. I was going to take a taxi but none would take me. I see a big dump truck at a stoplight, and on a whim, I jump up on the back of it. It drives off down the road, with me clinging to the back. There is another truck behind us, and I start to worry about falling off. The only thing holding me on is my clinging hands, and they will get tired. I investigate the top of the truck bed, and it is covered with a thick tarp, with a seam in the middle, connected with snaps. I try to grip the tarp and pull myself up on top. But then I decide I shouldn't stay on this truck too long anyway, because I can't stop it and it might go way too far - once it gets out of the city, it might not stop almost ever, and I'll have to way to get off. So at the next stoplight I hop off.

Timmy is there, and I'm glad I found him. But we have to walk back along the road, and it seems I have no leash for him. But he's quite tiny, and seems to understand that he needs to stay on this side of the white line. Still I'm nervous, as he's running all around, sniffing everything, barely staying out of trouble, and cars are passing.

(I distinctly remember, later in the dream, recounting the previous part of the dream to someone, as if telling them the story of my dream. Except then, I remembered more before and after, where I was going and why I was having trouble, and I told that part of the story too).

In another segment, I'm in an upstairs room in the front of my house, facing the street. There's a window there where I can see out into the neighborhood, and I'm listening to the scanner and hearing some phone calls of these sneaky kids. They sneak across the yard to the corner of the house, and I see them shimmy up the drainpipe, using the outer boards of the house as steps, and sneak in.

The scanner is kind of loud and might give me away, so I fumble with it and turn it off. I start to go out to Alona's room to bust her, but peeking through the door from this room to the hallway, I see that someone else has already nabbed the kids. This person is more fatherly and authoritative than I, seems like Wayne J. He has caught two boys that I don't recognize.