When we awoke, I just started chatting with her, oblivious to where we were. We had somehow come ashore and slid into a large bay of some kind, near an airport runway. A plan was coming down, but overshooting the runway. It sliced the boat down the middle, lengthwise, but somehow left us both unharmed. I remember thinking “darn, now I need a new boat.”

Then an insurance adjuster came. I remember walking around in the back of a truck (a moving truck, I think?) which was parked in the giant boat garage I’d ended up on. I was remarking how useful it was that the adjuster was there since I had multiple coverage through them, on my plane (apparently that was mine too), my boat, and my truck — and also my ice cream machine, which was in my truck. Oddly, I don’t recall the ice cream machine being broken.

Yeah. Anyway, that’s it. Odd, huh?