Out On A Raft
So, there was I, on my desolate raft, ocean all around me. It was a large, inflatable raft, but without the noisy colors that are characteristic of inflatable rafts. Those were rafts from the department stores, though, and my raft wasn’t bought. No, definitely not. It was created. Then, later, I was there on it. Sometimes, it didn’t feel like it was rubber, it felt hard like a thick, hard piece of plastic was on the bottom of it. Then it would go back to having a soggy, rubber bottom.
It seemed to be night, but it wasn’t entirely dark like one would imagine it would be at night in the middle of the ocean. (Was it the ocean? Yes, the air had a salty feel.) There were clouds all in the sky, also, so the light couldn’t have been from the stars or the moon. Was no way to even know if there were stars and moon, because there were only clouds. Actually, the light seemed to be coming from the clouds, like it only can in the late afternoon on Sundays, when everything is gray, wet, and alone. It wasn’t Sunday afternoon, though. It was night.
The water was quite rough, whitecaps and waves. Oddly, I couldn’t feel it rocking the raft. I could imagine what it looked like, from another angle, and pictured the raft being rocked back and forth. For awhile, it even seemed like I was off at the other angle, just watching the whole thing unfold, with waves crashing around. Whenever I would “go back” inside the raft it wouldn’t seem rough. It only seemed rough where I wasn’t, I suppose. I don’t know why it seemed this way.
After some indeterminate amount of time that could have been 30 seconds or two hours, I noticed two other crafts, off to the starboard side. One was a very big, very old rowboat, made from that unnecessarily heavy wood, that one only sees on big, old rowboats, that have sat out somewhere long enough to have almost all of the paint chipped off. This rowboat represented the car that I was about to buy. I was very anxious to keep it from sinking, which is obviously what it would do, eventually. It also had two or three people in it. They looked to be people, anyway. The other craft was a metallic canoe. Gandolf, the wizard from ‘Lord of the Rings’, was passed out in it.
I said, “If it’s possible, I’d like to save the boat first.” The rowboat was what I was referring to, more specifically the people inside the rowboat. I think they might have been unconscious, too.
So then I was over at the rowboat, baling the people into my raft. I left behind the small, glassy ball that was now what represented the car that I was going to buy. I was going to do the unselfish thing, and get Gandolf to safety first. I even remember thinking that it was the unselfish thing to do.
Gandolf’s canoe was very close, and I dragged him into my raft. He had a lot of junk in the canoe with him, so I was grabbing his things and putting them in the raft. Then, the rowboat was sinking! It was already too far under for me to reach the ball with my hand so I tried to reach it using the wand that was in Gandolf’s canoe. I could not reach it, though, and it was lost to me.
The whole time I was rescuing people, the water wasn’t as rough. Unless I “went back outside”, then it was rough again. But I only did that once, and not for a very long time when I did do it.
Now, with all of those other people in the raft, it was bigger. The raft, that is. It had always been big, but now it was even bigger than before, (it was like a six-man tent) and there was room for everyone to lay down comfortably. And that is just what everyone did. They all just slept, for a very long time. In fact, that’s all that I remember them doing, was laying around sleeping.
It didn’t really bother me that everyone slept. What did bother me, what bothered me a lot, was that all of them were constantly rolling around, making waves in the floor of the raft. I was trying to get a fire going, but it was impossible with everyone rolling around and making waves on the bottom of the raft. I wanted to cook some food, but I couldn’t do that, because I could not get a fire started.
I was pissed. One cocky little ogre-gremlin-type guy was really rolling around, and making it even more impossible for me to start this fire. And after I’d saved his life, too! I was very mad at this point, so what I did was I threw his action-figure ass across the raft. I sort of remember him going overboard, but I can also remember him hitting one of the walls of the raft. Yes, the raft had walls, now. It was very tent-like. I don’t remember if it always had walls, but I somehow doubt it did. In fact, I know it didn’t always have walls, because then I wouldn’t have been able to pull people into the raft so easily.
After that point, I have no idea what else happened, if anything else did happen.
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