Our small boat was falling apart, the motor sputtering as it pushed us through the heavy fog and thin ice. “Oh, it’s nothing!” The captain squalled, steering the boat around previous wreckages. The captain jumped the boat, quite comedically, over a wrecked ship, the bow of which jutted out multiple meters above the water. We sang Rasputin as we approached the shore of Russia, a great vacation awaiting us ahead. When we docked I loaded onto a horse-drawn carriage taxi which took me to a mall.
Bonus Dream
Had a secondary dream afterward. Entered a Dollar General and it was connected to a place called “The Funny Restaurant”, or something else to that effect.