Interpret this...

We were driving along in HH car. As we came around the corner, looking down a long hill, I could see that we had to cross the bay-- Thank-goodness it was low tide. As we drove accross the bay, about 1 mile wide, the water was only about 6 inches high-- but again the tide was out. We had diner reservations-- and we were late. I remember ordering my food, sitting with another family-- discussing how kids do the darned-est things. I knew HH was waiting for me to come join him-- but somehow I just continued eating with my new friends. Pretty soon we were leaving the restaurant-- I was not feeling well. Now, picture this-- there was a line outside the door, like when you go to a popular restaurant on a Friday or Saturday. As I stepped out the door-- I leaned over into the bushes and barfed-- for several moments. We then got in the car and headed back across the bay. By now the tide was coming in (yea-- I know. we must of really eaten for a long time) and the water was 3+ feet high and the waves would crash into us and some even go over the roof. But no one seemed fazed. I was feeling better, the car just kept on going. We were discussing buying a house and were quite content with the rising water.

Nice dream eh?
I'd say a bit wierd.