I have a paddle in my hands and I am repeatedly pulling it through the water. I have no idea where I am or why I’m doing it. I look around to find myself on a boat. It’s a long boat with at least forty other people. The longest row boat I have ever seen. Everyone is smiling and talking. We all look around and gaze in astonishment at the beautiful landscape that surrounds us. We are paddling through an unnamed body of water with no destination in mind. Soon we find ourselves docking up to another boat. These new ones are giant flat bottomed pontoon style boats. I noticed now that there are multiple skinny row boats all congregating near the fat pontoon. There are also other pontoons nearby with other row boats docking up to them. They are covered with circus-like decorations including a big red and white striped tent over the top. When we get nearby it a lever is pulled and two landing platforms lower from the sides of the circus pontoon. They are bright red and about two feet wide, just enough room for people to stand on before they jump onto the floor of the new boat. Everyone starts frantically trying to get off the row boats. People are pushing each other and yelling at each other. It is obvious that we are are scrambling to get a spot because we were not sure if there was going to be room for everyone. The larger boats now start moving and luckily I made it on. New faces are now appearing. My family and some of my friends are aboard as well. We are all talking about things I can’t remember and laughing. In the distance now we see an even larger boat. This time there is just one. It looks like some kind of cross between an old fashioned pirate ship and a modern day fishing boat. We are all so excited. We get closer and we notice that the entire boat is covered with old mesh rope fishing nets. Every surface. Next thing I know I am on board and exploring. It is very crowded in some areas, but very empty in others. I end up waiting in a line for something and I get bored, so I sit down. When I sit down I notice when looking at the boat from that particular spot it is especially beautiful. Then, I get in an discussion with the person behind me who disagrees and says that looking up at the sail is a much more beautiful view. I compare the beauty of the two and eventually agree. I am then genuinely surprised to see a good friend mine appear all of a sudden. We decide to explore the boat together and of course go find the bar on board. We don’t have to search very far before we are in the tavern. It is a long and wide room with very low ceiling and windows all around with great views of the water. It is packed with people everywhere, but fortunately everyone has a drink already and there is absolutely no line at the bar. This took us a little bit to figure out. I ask the bartender what I should get. He starts rambling and listing off beers that I have never heard of before and showing me bottle after bottle of different suggestions. All of which are completely unknown to me. Meanwhile some other guy behind the bar reaches out is hand and opens it to revile a collection of assorted bottle caps, some unusual coins, stones, a key and what looks like a large shark tooth. I mention that I really like the key, but I pick up the sharp tooth-looking thing and it is actually carved out of wood. I remember being amazed by how much weight it had, it was a very distinct and real feeling of density. I thank the guy for his gift, and then he snatches it back from me and acts offended that I would try to take something from him. He makes some kind of snarky comment about how foolish and gullible I am. I laugh it off and turn around with a beer in hand. I look out into the randomness of people all congregated on this boat and inside the bar. We all came from small boats, to larger transport boats, and finally made it to the great and enormous pirate ship. It was a journey. I feel accomplished and happy that I was able to make it… then I woke up.