It's cool, my boat is docked in the suburbs.
Sometimes I have the weirdest dreams about sailing up flooded streets to the suburbs. The sensation of sailing and the movement of the boat seem so real; I always feel so fortunate that I can set the sails so well to travel the correct direction down the streets I for some reason want to sail down.
I'll drop anchor at your house next time! I'll have decent cold beers aboard in the cooler!
That's a weird fricken dream!
It's weird; it's always in weird parts of town where I have no idea where I am, but I'm stridently trying to sail somewhere, and the breeze [and water depth] is somehow very cooperative. I need at least 5 and a half feet of water depth, unless heeled over pretty far, and even still, that's a pretty minimal difference. But dreams are fucking freaky.
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