Remembering more of my dreams now. Some are about work. Brad Zaller proudly walked me through a new area for his engineers. It was like a cross between a tacky diner and a Dr Suess book. Seating curving back and forth with loudly colored over stuffed vinyl couches. I just finished telling him my opinion of the job when I realised I have no leg to stand on. One of my pant legs was tucked into sock that came up to the middle of my thigh. It was horizontal black and white stripes kind of a Pipi Longstocking - Beetlejuse - convict thing. Just trying to understand what that has to do with sailing.