At a marina somewhere. Worried about my motor (on the boat, which actually blew something today) and trying to get it fixed. I think I am awake, then do some mental tests to assess. It turns out I'm not.

I begin searching for Jordan's Ghost, approaching first a man in a sort of office. He sends me across the marina to speak with a different woman in a different office. Everything is very clear and I'm able to look at my hands with ease.

I become aware of my sleeping body, feeling its posture. I tighten my body to try to remain in the dream. The woman in the other office is very friendly.

I'm looking for Jordan's Ghost, please? I say to her.

It should be across the way in one of the warehouses. I've got your keys. I think they're cleaning her hull or something.

She hands me a set of keys like hotel keys. Everything is still super clear. I'm excited, knowing that finding the boat is the night's mission. When I approach the warehouse new boats are being made. Several hulls are laid out and men are working applying fiberglass.

I ask one of the men, politely, where my boat might be. Then I wake.

Added several days later: The next day, in waking life, I went to a hardware store to look for a part for my damaged motor. I was sent to Garrison Bight Marina, a marina in a part of town that I've never been to. When I arrived there, it was laid out among several huge warehouses full of boats. The layout was windy and maze like. I went first to a man in an office (the first office that I saw), and asked about procuring the part that I needed. He led me across the entire marina, through many twists and turns, to another office. The woman there, who was incredibly amiable, then helped me to locate in her system the part that I needed for my motor.