subconsciously lost

So last night, I was wandering around my home town naked, and I realized that some kids were looking at me, so when I reached the bottom of the hill, I grabbed the grubby, old, powder blue towel that had been discarded on the side of the road so long ago it was now stiff. I wrapped it around myself and went up the other side of the hill. When I got to the top, I went into one of the new apartments (which was apparently a theatre) and found a room full of shoes.

"I'm naked," I thought, "I can use some shoes." And I proceeded to put on a really cool pair of pink sneakers with sparkley shoe laces, when Merry Friend (a real person from high school) spoke up from the next room, essentially saying that the shoes were for poor people, and I could have them.

Then I was at the roadside bar with my big biker friend (who doesn't exist in real life, alas) and I realized that I was lost. Or really, that I wasn't where I was supposed to be. And I was in sneakers and a towel. So I woke up.

And the night before, I was on a smallish sailboat in the middle of the ocean, in the middle of a storm, with one of my coworkers (two of the other people on the boat, the ones that actually knew how to sail, had left the boat earlier, at the port, maybe?) and we lost power. I looked at Myka; she was just sitting at a desk, kind of laid back.

"Do you know how to sail?" I asked.

"No."

"Are you going to freak out about this?"

"No."

"Then I don't think I'm going to freak out about it either."

(pause)

"Myka, are you going to be sick?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Good, then I won't freak out about that either."

Luckily, the coast guard came to rescue us because our beacon had gone off when we lost power on the boat. I think I woke up before they actually got there, though.