The first thing I remember is that I was at this dock area, and there was someone there that was going to be instructing us on maneuvering boats. I think these were supposed to be some pretty small boats, but I'm not sure. I was in an area that was a lot like Smith Mountain Lake.
I was following the guy around and onto the docks. We went out to the end of one, turned right, went to the end of that one, and turned a small right again. There was a group of people there that we were going to be working with. Em (wife) was in the group, as were a couple of other people that I think I knew, including Phillip (from Mercedes), but I don't remember anyone else specifically. He was telling us that one of the first things about boating was that you had to have short nails. I realized I hadn't clipped mine in a while, so I got my clippers (I'm not sure from where) and started. I was clipping both my toes and my fingers as I sat at the edge of the pier.
On the last right that we had taken on the pier, I went back to that junction and went left, and sat on the edge of the pier. There was another pier that went out in front of me, a little to my left. There was a large yacht like boat tied to it, and some of the people from the class were sitting there waiting on me. Phillip was one of them. I clipped for a little while, and one of the clippings went over and landed on a piece of cloth that was next to Phillip. I think it was supposed to be like a sail or something.
Anyway, he reached over, picked it up, and flicked it into the water. I was very embarrassed because I didn't want him to see how much I was clipping off. Finally I finished up, and I got up, turned around, and went back to the right side of things.
When I did this, though, I was no longer outside, but I was inside of this large wooden room. I looked around a bit, and there was a short (about two feet long) and stubby (about 1 foot or more in diameter) cannon sitting in the middle of the far end of the room. There were stairs on either side of it, and so I went into one of the stairwells and went up. There were three or four levels above me, all wooden just like the first one, but each one was decorated a bit differently.
I eventually realized that Mom, Eric, and Matthew (brothers) were all living here. I think that for a short bit of walking through it, one of the rooms looked like my old room downstairs at Grandmamma's house. I looked through it a bit, but I knew that it wasn't really my old room. I knew it was still on the boat. (at which point it was that I realized that the rooms I was going through were wooden because they were all on an old boat, like a pirate ship or something) I think I made it all the way up to the top, and mom's room was up there. It looked a bit like my in-laws' room from Maryland.
I talked to Mom for a short bit, and then went back downstairs. When I got back to the first room, I looked around a bit. There was a skylight of some sort that was on the opposite side from the cannon, and the ceiling was very high, at least 12 feet tall. Except for that bit of light, everything was fairly dark, mainly because the wood of the room was so dark. Then, I'm not sure if I cause the first one or not, but the cannon aimed straight up, and fired directly into the ceiling. I thought for sure that mom was going to be pissed at me as I listened to it go through the floors above me, and then come crashing back down. As it did, it brought a lot of very large coins down with it. In kind a video game style sort of thing, they bounced down through the new hole in the ceiling, and then collected themselves inside the cannon, as if the cannon were collecting them. I thought, "Hey, cool!" and I set off the cannon again. It didn't really do anything the second time around, and I was a bit disappointed.
Mom poked her head down through the hole in the ceiling and was saying something about the whole incident, but I think she was voicing her surprise about finding the coins from a chest that had been demolished directly above the cannon rather than being upset about almost being shot herself.
Emily was suddenly there with me, and mom and Eric came downstairs to see what was going on. By the time they got down there, the room wasn't like it had been. It was now nearly fully furnished, and it was more like a bedroom than a cannon room on the ship. The stairs were in the middle of the wall between the closets (which were huge) and when they came down, Em was showing them all the clothes in or closets. There was some sort of armoir to my right against the wall that was full and open, the closet in front of me was open, and the one to the far left was open. The bed was to my left in the middle of the room, and clothes were (for the most part) grouped according to color. In front of me was mostly gray tee shirts and stuff, but there were a couple of red ones that had gotten mixed in. I think they were looking for green shirts for St. Patrick's Day, but were having trouble finding any.
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