Two nights, two very strange dreams. I shall be brief cause somebody else's dreams are just plain boring! But here they are anyway:
Dream one I was in on of those floaty pool chairs and was drifting about in the waters of Tenean Beach. My Dad was in a floaty chair next to me and we were just hanging out having a chat and of course in my dream, the water was clean and blue and it was no big deal to let the tide take us away from the shore. We didn't care, we had catching up to do. The sun was sparkling off the water and the sky was bright and cloudless. I was telling my Father about my upcoming trip to Hawaii and how I wasn't sure if we should go to Kauai or the Big Island after we leave Maui. At one point I looked behind me (our feet were pointed in the direction of the shore) and I saw the skyscrapers of Boston, we had drifted out into the harbor. I laughed at this and we agreed we should head back to the beach. Here it ended. This is one of my favorite kind of dreams. My Dad has been gone for nearly ten years now and such a dream is like a visit with him and I welcome it.

Dream two (abridged), I was at yet another beach and was staying in a cottage with a bunch of friends. I had my bike with me but some little kids were trying to steal her. There were a few boys about ten years old who, despite my telling them it was my bike, took her anyway. I could not have this so I shoved them off and grabbed the handlebar. They began hitting me so what do I do? I smacked the shit out of a couple kids. Er. WTF?