Saturday afternoon

Last night I dreamt about the electronic cigarette. I also dreamt about my friend who passed away this past April 1st. We were working together at what looked like a cruise ship terminal at the Port of Miami, but it appeared that instead of ships, the place served a kind of enormous sea plane that was like a scary Disney ride. But my friend lived there and had his own bedroom. There was some flooding and we were on clean-up duty. We were soaking up water with big fluffy beach towels (which we would have to launder later) but the water kept getting deeper and deeper, and I couldn't see how to drain it. Then I woke up.