I was in a boat. With other people. People I knew.
It was dark out.
It was a canoe. Someone was paddling. Not me.
There was another group of people in a canoe paddling towards us.
It was a group of young men.
I thought they were going to hurt us. But they didn't.
One boat had passed us. But there was another boat.
We were interacting with them in some way. I can't really remember.
I think somehow we ended up in the same boat.
Then, I'm on land, I'm behind a fence, looking into a landscape filled with blonde-haired boys.
I was looking for Connor, my nephew.
I suppose this was a place where blond-haired boys came when they ran away.
I was there to find him and bring him home.
At first I was by myself behind the fence, but then my mother was there.
We were looking together, scanning the faces of these blonde young men.
She asked me " Do you see him?"
I said, "I don't know, they all look the same from here."
That's all I can remember.
