Dream Journal
I was sitting in the skiff waiting when another skiff came up alongside us and started chatting. I grabbed an oar and thought that I could hit the main guy with it, but I knew I had to wait. They continued to talk with the crew and then pulled a gun on us.
In one swift move I handed the oar to our captain, grabbed the second oar for myself, and the talking man in the other skiff ducked. I swung my oar but it is ineffective: my swing is not strong enough to do anything. I swung it again and again it does nothing.
I jumped from my skiff to his and pushed him overboard. I held his mouth and nose closed until he stopped wiggling, and then a little longer in case he was pretending. I swam back to the water’s surface and inhaled deeply. I climbed into the skiff and then walked up the stairs to my grandmother’s house.
They had gotten word that a doctor was coming to look at our crazy passenger. The captain decided to pretend to be the crazy passenger and the preacher would pretend to be the captain. I wasn’t sure this plan would work. I went into the kitchen to make everyone some food.