Houseboat and Star Wars Sequel

"I'm too old to do this" I said as I walked the gunwale of the houseboat we'd rented. I was trying to keep us out of the floating logs on the riverbank. J was wearing one of her white cruise-ship robes and a white captain's hat. She was steering the houseboat from the top of the cabin. Her son and daughter-in-law were there as well as their four kids, only, they were all about ten years older than they are now, so the youngest was a teen. All of us but the youngest were manning poles, helping pole the houseboat up stream. We could have gotten a tow, but it would have cost us $800. We were making good time, but it was a lot of hard work.

Before that I had a Star Wars dream, something to do with rescuing Bothan spies, avoiding TIE fighters and slogging our way through giant creature infested sewers. It was all very light sabers and flashing blasters at some points, and dark sneaking through the muck at others.

Second String

I was with a group of people, all of us in our twenties. (It was nice to feel young again.) One of the women of the group had run around sticking a string in everyone's hands. "So who's going with me?" she shouted and tugged on the string, which broke and all the people let go of their part of the string. The other end of her short remaining bit fell to the floor. Most of the group looked at her like she was nuts. She looked like she was about to cry. I bent over and picked up the other end of the piece she was holding.

"I'll go."