Inside my boat wondering whether or not to use the jib due to strong winds. Looking in the V-Berth. I'm on a voyage and it's some sort of secret. I'm speaking Spanish. It begins to rain and an older, Hispanic woman holds a mirror out of the cockpit.

I fear it will give away our position and yell: Quiere todo el mundo verle?

She quickly puts it away. Then I'm back below and anchored. I go up top to see how windy it is and am surprised that it's daytime. I realize I'm dreaming, leap below and lay down where my body is in real life. I feel the strange static electric feeling and my vision fades to waking life. I am awake.