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I am returning some wine to Total Wine. It is a red wine, but it looks just like a six pack of bottles with a white film over them (like on a Guinness). I walk up to the large counter and hand them over, asking him if I can just tell him the 'last four' of my phone number. He says no, he needs the receipt, which is no problem; I take it from my pocket. It is a long receipt, neatly folded. I notice that the name of the wine happens to be right along a crease. I think he does not see it for a second because of this. He also makes a comment about the wine as he processes the return. He kind of looks like <PERSON> from work. I am wearing my black mask but notice that many are not wearing one, which makes me want to take mine off. <PERSON> is in the garage at Mom's barking incessantly with no reason. <PERSON> and I both hear it and go out there. The garage is full of stuff. <PERSON> grabs <PERSON> by the snout, telling her she is annoying and that she hates her. I tell <PERSON> that I just had a dream that <PERSON> was talking, which I am taking to mean that my dreaming mind knew <PERSON> was barking. I am outside with some others. It seems to be a class, and there is a projector and screen. It is showing two rows of lockers, each against a wall in a hallway. The very first on the right side has some type of structural bolt on top of it. We are all drawing this. It is a video though, and I suggest we pause it on the scene we need, instead of letting it play like they are doing. We pause it a few different times, none exactly where we need it. I then have the idea to hit the fast forward button while it is paused so that it will move one frame ahead. Now, I am by a small concrete bridge. There is a steel bolt protruding from the side that has two wide, flat prongs so it can be turned. <PERSON> is here and either she or someone else asks me what it does. I say "I have no idea" but feel bad about myself because I think I really should know. I go ahead and tighten it a bit. Nothing bad happens, but I feel like it had the potential to make it collapse. I see <PERSON> adjusting the waist of her jeans and think that what I did somehow made her jeans get tighter. I awaken on what seems to be the bottom bunk bed in a boat. I am on my back and facing a window. Through the blinds I can see the pre-dawn light. I know it is or is close to 5:30 am. I notice Dad walking past, getting things ready, probably for fishing. I feel fairly awake, possibly contributed to by his being up and around. He is now asking if I want to come with him. Part of me wants to and part of me thinks I should say yes instead of my usual no. he says they are exploring some cove? and that on the boat I can use the seat called 'angel's rest'? This is a tradition, I think. There is a middle aged man and his son, probably around four, sitting on a couch; they are coming also. I notice how similar the boy looks to his dad. I imagine us on a boat and him talking to me the most since I am closest to his age. For some reason I also imagine him starting to drown and me being the one to save him. I now grab a plastic water bottle from a fridge and start to get ready.