I'm on a small boat, maybe 25 feet long, speeding along on the ocean. I think I'm coming back to the USA from New Zealand. I'm just a passenger. It is sunny and the sky is blue.

Some islands come into view, and it seems we're making a stop there. We approach an inlet, and a beach, and then start skimming along the ground at a very high speed, skimming and running over everything in our way, including several native brown people who are sitting on a blanket on the ground. I'm worried that they may have been seriously injured by the keel of the boat, but nobody else seems to be concerned.

Then I'm in this room like in a resort, and dad is saying that they're going to get going, but maybe I want to stay there on the island for a few more days.