Lost Papers.

Last night I dreamed that I was on a boat and I had a mission. The boat was a small one on a small lake and there was a small plane in the sky as well. The water in the small lake was misty looking and there was algae on the surface as well. I was on the boat and it was an older boat, the kind with the big wheel in the front that rolls around and the water spills off each slat. There was some reason that I had to find something in the lake. The people in the plane were trying to get it from me. I was behind the boat in a floatation device and my writing was scattered across the water. I tried to save the wet pages but the were quickly disintegrating.