I think we had the nomad discussion not too long back

Camper man. Get a camper.

Or a van. I work with a van dweller

"You'll end up in a van down by the river"

Wish i still had my old jeep pickup.

It was shitty on gas, but it had a camper built on

If I left my current situation I'd get a popup for my jeep. 01 wrangler Sahara.

Merc that's awesome

I had a ural motorcycle I used to camp out of

Very nice

@Kaptain bonez but to answer the question, yes

@Kaptain bonez I currently live out of a camper in the mountains though. You are able to compromise with stability (which means money) and living on the edge of the woods AND not being tied down.

Sounds like heaven to me

I'd give anything in the world just to be in the mountains with my brother in montana rn

@Kaptain bonez I keep dreamin of a ship that pulls up to take me off

the pirates life is the life 4 me

I heard that.

a bottle of liquor and the open seas

*a man can only dream*

@INNYGMATYK how big of a ship? Hopefully it's not a death omen, but if it is, hopefully you do so gloriously.

Keep some chrome spray paint on you incase

To valhalla we float, on all things shiny and chrome

@mcguyver123 it's honestly hard to tell.

I'ma bout to vent about it tbh ;

@INNYGMATYK that's what this is for. Self pity is a sin to the kube if you do nothing to help it though.

Tell us all about it, king

@mcguyver123 yeah - but I try to avoid *even* **sanctioned** self pity.

Alright.

So as most of you know or can infer or can guess, I'm going through quite a bit ( quite a bit I've set up for myself to go through - so don't worry, I got it ).

BUT. I've been living in the same spot for roughly, 4 years now?
it took a few months, maybe even a year or two, before I started dreaming about the area. I live in a town at the end of a peninsula ; one road goes in, that same road comes out. All other sides of the town are surrounded by water.

Now, up until 2 nights ago, all my dreams have been the same, or very close ( same run-away themes, same scenes, same people, just different flavor each night, or rather, each time I can remember ). It's almost *always* one of three things ;

- I'm waiting for a boat to catch a boat for a smaller boat to meet a smaller boat etc ( literally. I dream of going somewhere, waiting at a City-Sized ferry port, and after 2 or 3 different boat trips, I'm waiting onna""*pier*"" which is dead center middle of the water on some great big lake. I know WHICH lake - I know EXACTLY where in my head I'm pretending to be. But this lake features NO ferries or ""public transit"" boating. For the record : **I never get my last boat.**

- I'm travelling up and down, back and forth, endlessly, the peninsula. All 15 miles up the road innavic, and then I'm either sand-bombing beaches and crashing beach fires the way back. In some dreams I'm escaping or dodging people to get in to town to a specific spot. In others, I'm just going to every party up, and then every party down the stretch. Sometimes I'm hiding, or island hopping ( really distinct dreams of the nearby Archipelago being washed out and [ mostly ] ankle deep water - for some reason, I often have to check and touch every island as part of some weird patrol ). Even though town is much bigger IRL, my head always compacts it down to 2 blocks, and a shanty of shacks - but IRL it's all fancy houses. For the record : **I never know what the fuck I'm *supposed* to be doing**.

( I have broken the limit - here comes the rest )

Then there's this third fucking dream.

Now, if I haven't *already*, let me emphasize that the dreams I have ( and KEEP having ) about this place are painted with a **very** broad brush. Some nights it's in FULL color detail. Sometimes, what is actually a 2 mile drive annafuckaround dreams up as a whisp. I'm pretty sure that's how dreams go. But.

For the past 2 nights ( read : **The past 2 days where shit has been going down**, drama waise ) it's *vivid*

Any medical change? Medicine? Trauma? Someone introduced in your life?

- I'm not waiting for a boat or meeting any pier connections. I'm not travelling back and forth endlessly, up n down the coast. The other night is blurry, but I know that most of what I dreamt *last* night is a **repeat** of that *other* night. For whatever reason, I'm supposed to be keeping tabs on where who is when ( G o d . How I wish that were actually my job ). And when I get down to the beach, to call on some 2 persons we're missing, I find them. And it turns out our BBQ has to be dug out from the sand ( apparently someone was cooking last night, and left the grill for the over night tide). Fine. Whatever. I go back and come with a small ditsy shovel, trying to rescue it from this *perfectly straight **trench*** along the beach. I never know if I ever dig it out or not. . .

Ehhh - I've done some extra drugs ( psychs included ) that have shifted some big parameters in terms of how I see everything in my life rn, but nothing like, LIFE changing. Just notes.

No medicinal changes - drinking and smoking significantly less.
No new people - I mean, they're ALL *ALWAYS* new people in and around where I work - but no one SHAKING my core.
No new trauma - I mean, I lost a relationship of 2 years on - off - but that's not a surprise.

Anywhow.

Before I can verify or check or ensure that whatever I did at the beach was done, I bump into and meet ( at least ) 2 people done up like pirates. And they have a fucking GALLEY. and it's parked AT THE BEACH.

( MFR I swear I was supposed to CLEAN the beach for the arrival of this fucking GALLEON )

I'm not gonna get too in to details here, but there's a period of a few days ( in dream ) where I'm sorting out land logistics ( packing - running round - whatever else ) a

and then there's a long ass period about going off, and being with the people on this boat, and doing boaty things

There are parts I'm skimming that I can't remember right this second - but I swear, to the best of my knowledge, Squib is the captain.

And this is *The Boat*.