My dreams get more vivid and imaginative all the time, or at least my memory of them is better.  I just woke up from a dream full of adventure.  I'd been kidnapped and taken to Jamaica, where I was set loose in a kind of tent city where drugged out beach bums were supposed to absorb me into their lifestyle.  Cloth fluttered from frames in the sea air, but the sun was surprisingly merciful.  Maybe in the dream I had a tan, which spared me the pain of its rays, maybe.
    A storm had come, and I was indoors somewhere, making acquaintances, getting a bit of food surreptitiously, being penniless.  It was like being in a restaurant but no one cared if I stole the leftovers of those who'd departed. I really don't recall this part, just the impression of it.
I went outside and the sun was lovely again, but the storm was on the far horizon, over a city I had not noticed before.  The people said the name of the city across the water, but I cannot recall it now.  In the dreamlike way, I kept thinking of it as Vancouver, though.  It certainly looked like it, Vancouver, Canada, across the water.
    I walked to the farthest north point of the island, to best get a look at the afflicted city, lightning poking at its towers.  There was a port there, and a teenage kid I knew, who seemed to have had something to do with my abduction but was not actually involved in it, showed up and immediately found a long oar. Two other youths ran up with two halves of a plastic barrel fastened together.  He showed me and the others how we must position ourselves in the bottoms of these barrels for the short journey over to the other island.  Apparently he did this sort of thing all the time.
    As I skooched my ass down into the barrel, he handed me some kind of ad, or a page from a comic book or something.  It was brightly colored and cartoon illustrated in a conservative way, not a Ren and Stimpy way.  There were three sections on the page, the top being mostly text, the middle and bottom being cartoon scenes.  Each of these had a kind of coded color key, so that you derived the symbolic meaning of the piece by where the colors were used.  It was apparently a political commentary, a new twist on the political cartoon.
    I looked up from this at my transporter and thought of something to ask.  If he's up there paddling, while we are ballast in this barrel boat, how does he do this when it's just him?

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