Last night I dreamt was getting car ready to go to some place like Waipio. It started running incorrectly. We took it to the station for checking. It was totally wrecked. They gave us a new car. A piecer, but oh well. I started walking and it started raining. Really hard. The car left without me. That was a good thing because I walked down the trail and a river was blocking the way. I went to my lean-to. The rain let up. Several people were laughing and chatting. Suddenly a coin flew from nowhere hitting the railing of the ship we were in. I snatched it. Anonyme came looking for it. It was a multi-hundred year old coin that a certain game was played with. I gave it to her and we shot the shit. Anonyme2 came up blabbing about something. His usual pompous self. Time warp. I was setting sail for a mission. We made birth with an active island. There were sharks in the water so we chilled on the ship. Some of the gang vamoosed. Eventually we went inland. From a cliff we observed a buffalo that was really trucking. Another giant buffalo showed up and the two got in a brawl. 6/7 were chasing around a ball that was moving on its own. A butler of the house caught it. Two mercenaries assigned to kill us started climbing the cliff. They gave it a go. I bent one of their knives and killed him. I looked along the coast. Huge sluglike sharks and pirate ships. I was worried. I went back to our ship but it was gone. Figures. I went to our cubby hole on the dock and a few belongings were there. My passport. No camera. Still had the shell my brother acquired on a previous mission.