Don't get on a boat late at night

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"I think you should know that I don't want to be here." I look over to my companion as I speak, and note the way he rolls his eyes before shaking his head. No, this isn't the first time I've voiced my displeasure. I know he's tried of hearing me say it, but I'll keep doing so. He shouldn't have lied to me about where we were going. The only reason I am on this boat is because we were too far out of the city for me to call a cab. Theoretically I could have stayed in the parking lot, but I wasn't too thrilled about spending a night in a dark parking lot. Atleast the boat offered lighting, even if being on the lake in the middle of the night was eerie. "Trust me, if I had a choice, we wouldn't be here either." He'd been responding with that, and I'm not going to lie, it was a bit creepy. He never elaborated on what he meant, no matter how many times I asked him to do just that. It was another reason why I kept speaking my displeasure, hoping that he'd eventually cave in and tell me why we were stopped in the middle of the lake at midnight... Then I woke up Actually, no I didn't, but this was getting too long. The dream didn't end there, however, it was a bit foggy. I do know we were in the middle of a lake, and that we had been on it all day and into the night. He suddenly told me we had to get in the water, that it was safer there. That's all I can really remember, other than snippets of me being on this sandbar...