I had this long, elaborate dream last night -- very unusual for me:
I was at a camping event that was winding down. Friends & campmates were milling around getting ready to start thinking about preparations to strike camp & return home -- maybe 7 or 8 people. The event was held in Hawaii -- my subconscious constructed this really beautiful beachfront location for my enjoyment, with lots of color in sea & sky. Out in the shallows, these baby islandlets sat, basically masses of small trees & vines clumped at water level with ocean flowing around them.
I wound up indoors in this very open, breezy house that was basically a roof on stilts, but it had a basement. I was going up & down stairs to get all the gear gathered and organized for departure. There was a plot about why I had to leave right then and in kind of a hurry -- some family issue -- but I can't remember exactly what it was. My boys were involved, or maybe only the oldest. Anyhow, as I bustled, this tall, dark-skinned young guy showed up, long black hair pulled back. He was worried too, but wouldn't say why. He kind of moped around while I piled stuff, and I started to get annoyed that here he is arriving at the end of the damn event, and he gets to stay behind and enjoy the lovely environment while I have to schlep home and deal with whatever the Situation was. This slacker gets the benefits that the rest of us are leaving behind.
Somehow I ended up paddling around among those stands of water trees on a surfboard with a long paddle, looking for someone who was lost or had wandered away. And I was in a real hurry at that point, because departure was imminent.
The plot was very elaborate for me, but it's lost. My main memory of the dream is the sense of anxiety about impending departure. Well, duh. Pretty scenery, though.