Dream Blog

I was with 3 other people, do not know who they were, 2 men, one blonde, and a girl, blonde. It was like I was accompanying them to see what they did for work. It wasn't clear whether they were legitimate, maybe some kind of saels or real estate, or whether they were cons. We were going thru little southern towns, maybe Georgia??? Talla. was supposed to be not so far away. We were sitting in a cafe, and the blonde man and the blonde girl started telling jokes. I said, Is this what I have to do? Sit here and listen to you tell awful jokes? Then we were driving thru an orchard of some kind, not sure if it was orange trees or not. Dirt road. I wondered where the blonde guy thought he was going. Then there was a woman behind us yelling that we couldn't be in there. I could see some sort of plantation looking house ahead. I said that if this was a plantation, we were supposed to just drive in. But somehow we were beckoned ahead and parked. Then we were among a large group of people, talking, being very polite. I was talking only to women. I had the clear impr4ssion they were all a very large family and that there were 1000s of acres involved, thought most of it seemed just wild growth... endless trees. There was a lake, and a bunch of kids went by on horses and they all went into the lake to play. Nearby, there was massive construction going on, gouging out a huge channel so there would be another lake. The conversation was about that for a while. And I could see water coming already to fill it up. Then we were all on a big boat that was taking us on a tour of the old lake and the new, both of which ended in rocky canyons. The old lake had grey rocks and the new lake had red rocks surrounding it. In the conversation, I was asked about the blond guy (the others seem to have disappeared), and I said that he was my cousin and that I was along with him trying to figure out what he did for a living. Some knid of sales, I said. Then the boat was going very fast, up to the end of the old lake and back and up to end of the new lake. And then it was like the lakes were in some kid of enormous cross shape, and the captain was zooming up and down these channels. We entered one channel which was rocky with high cliffs and which narrowed at the one point. There was no slowing down. I could see there was another much smaller boat starting to enter the place where it was narrow, but the captain did not slow down at all. I thought it was some kind of arrogance, that he thought becuase he owned all this, he could do as he damn well pleased. The guy on the smaller boat had pulled right against the cliff and was cringing in fear. And crossing where two channels came together, he just plowed ahead again and left behind destruction of another boat or car? that he had just plowed through. I began to think this guy... the old paterfamilias... was crazy, besides arrogant. We were still cruising along and high speed and passed windows filled with all kinds of foods set right alongside the channel. I made a comment about their being totally self-sufficient and got the idea these people never (had to) left the plantation. No wonder they were so interested in us strangers. Then there were huge flames coming out from somewhere in the boat. People yelled to stop, and it seemed like there was a brief stop and I was able to grab my kitty... Cotton... altho' black... who was somehow on the boat, and put her on a docking area, concrete. then my sister was tehre with a dog, and I went back to help her. But she disappeared. Then the boat was tearing off again, and there were still all these people on board. People and me were begging the captain to stop, but his attitude was Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead. I saw a woman dressed in a naval uniform on fire, she was in terrible pain, but unconscious. Then I saw the paterfamilias, an old man with white hair, throw himself overboard. i watched him fly thru the air and land in a big tree with an automobile underneath. I knew he would be dead. The boat was still tearing along, and black smoke was pouring out. I tried to go down to lower decks, but it was too dark and smoky. I was looking for whoever was the captain now and driving the boat. I begged, in Spanish, to some crewman, to show me where the captain was and take me there, but he refused. Why I thought I had to go down to find him, I don't know. Finally, I saw him at some knid of large console, but he started making an annoucement that we were stopping. People funally started to show some panic to get off the boat. I was trying to help an older woman collect her jacket. Woke up. Horrible dream.