Dreamed I was some place else. And somebody else. I was a man lying in a small boat floating down a river-- just one of many boats. It was night. I couldn't see anything beyond the river-- just thick, dark greenery. It was humid; it could have been Louisiana, it felt similar, but I didn't know what country we were in as I had no clue who I was or where I was. My ankles and wrists were chained, (and all the other boats held one or two chained men in them as well) and there was another man rowing near my feet. He was going to help us escape when the moment was right. He had a French-sounding surname, but everyone called him Bucky or something like that. He unchained me, and we both dived quietly into the water. We were being chased both by the men leading the boats and also by these enormous fish creatures that kept pushing and head-butting us.
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