A Boat On A Railway Track (night of 25/05/2020)

Louise lets me into her house. Flash is there, her border collie. Lively and playful, he looks somehow diminished. A string of something hangs from his jaw. He looks smaller. I know this is because he is dying of cancer (as he is in waking life). A long corridor outside Lou's house. People sat on a bench eating dinner. They do not want Flash near them. I am somewhat repulsed by the thing hanging down from Flash's jaw. I try to ignore my discomfort because I love Flash.
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I am walking on a road by a beach, semi-urban - buildings of a commercial nature, perhaps holiday shops. There has been some kind of recent rain. The road is covered with water. I run up an embankment to avoid being splashed by passing cars. I eventually reach a stone wall of some front garden and cannot go any further, I look down at the road which is even deeper in water - and now seems to be sloping down. Cars pass through the water - it is very deep indeed. I also notice that walkers are strolling through the water too. Perhaps I should do this? I cannot move forward any other way.
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Emily's boat is huge, in some kind of harbour. It is attached to some kind of structure at a mooring. A hige sail - which resembles some kind of tent-canvas, stretches above us, also attached to some kind of structure. I am pulling on the rope, holding the canvas-sail down, or am I? I look down the decking to where Al is smiling at me in a way I cannot read. I notice the sail - and part of the structure slip away and lean toward the next boat. Something happens. The boat is on some kind of railway track - it speeds off intot he distance, an impossible acceleration. I look down the tracks to where the boat has travelled to.