  Seriously,  it was a dream.  It probably wasn't even nantucket,  but I'm going to tell you about my dream.  Ok,  it starts out i'm going to a class,
 but it's sorta like a field trip in the sense that the class is on this island,  and you have to take a ferry over.  So first time out,  I wait in this lobby,  which was actually a piece from the Marriot where the Anime convention was,  and then i get on the boat and I ride the ferry over to the island,
 then to the class.  I start thinking that the island is Nantucket,  but it's probably something in and or around Orange County,  because the water is calm and warm.  I get to the class and it's pretty empty,  just a few people in there,
 and even then,  it's not really all that important.  I mean it's a class and all,  but it's nothing that's to great -  It's really just a minor bit actually.  Then after class i go to get some food or to check out the island and I come across some local resident,
 who just so happens to be the drill seargent from Full Metal Jacket.  Though,  in real- life dream he's actually a really nice guy.  He's still got his voice,  but it's never mean or angry sounding,
 just filled with.  his sound.  I like to think it's like you can hear his gums in his voice,  the backs of his deep molars.  I love voices like that,  when you hear so much more of them beyond just their voice,
 you hear their throats,  their nasals,  it's just so much more lovely.  Anyway,  somehow we get to talking.  And i say somehow,
 because I never talk to anyone,  but hey it's a dream,  maybe i'm super- cool and a guy who talks to strangers in this world.  So in talking,  the seargent asks me in for lunch,
 which i say sure,  and he lets me in his house which is.  a house.  All i remember is a small trailerhome- sized kitchen -  though this is merely for the size and layout,
 he totally has a full and regular wooden house -  and then he had a very large tiled bathroom,  which i asked to use and then looked around a bit while i was there.  I remember seeing a red box located in the open space underneath the sink and upon looking in the tackle- box or sewing box type apparatus,  i found a lot of those little pipe-
cleaner style tooth pick things.  He had a buch of them,  and being that they were all the type you actually use and reuse and wash to clean,  i took one.  I like having things to keep my teeth in good hygene -  versus my actually using and brushing my teeth often enough.
 Upon emerging from the bathroom,  the conversation keeps happy and the stolen tooth faded into obscurity.  As did the conversation completely.  Soon later i was walking around again but this time,  i think i somehow got a place to stay.  Like maybe the conversation with the seargent ended with me getting a rental to keep while i'd be going to the island.
 Next,  i somehow get a kayak -  maybe i just take it because i always consider doing it -  and then i began kayaking to and from the island.  Next i end up going back to the ferry lobby,  which now,
 while still the marriot,  has a lounge or something that has seats set up like a DMV or more like an airport.  Then as i'm comming and going into the lobby,  i see an old highschool friend and crush Samantha Fox,  i still a person who talks and yells out over crowds,  catches Sam's attention,
 and she,  suprised,  comes over to say exuberant hellos.  After the smilley few seconds of catch- up,  somehow,
 i don't remember yet what i said,  maybe it was something about how i had a crush on her ( maybe i'll always think that about her -  a forever memory brand)  she starts laughing,  and then making that universal jerking-
off motion,  which i find odd,  then another friend of hers starts doing it,  and hell i think i even find myself doing it,  almost as if its the cool new thing to do,  we're ripping our hands up and down,
 laughing and smiling and having a grand old time.  Luckily it's a dream and nothing makes sense.  Then she goes away and maybe i begin kayaking back to the island.  Somehow it becomes dark and the water gets kinda misty.  I remember seeing a slow- moving cloud,
 and becomming very excited with it because the texture of the cloud was more geometrical than a cloud is,  but thinking that the geometry meant something towards explaing clouds and maybe how they worked.  Then as i get closer to the island,  I start hearing and seeing fireworks through the fog,  and then as i get closer,  i start hearing the seargent grumble and shout at/
towards the guy who's shooting off the fireworks.  According to the seargent,  he does it every night.  EVERY night,  much past the morotorium on fireworks,  which he says is something like March 12th,
 but I feel like he mean't January first,  But I think I really mean some time like now,  after the Fourth and all,  but still a little later,  when some people still end up having a few fireworks left over -  but he totally meant March 12th.
 Of course,  it doesn't matter.  And so i get to shore,  and carry the kayak on my back as i walk down the street to my rental,  which i can't remember if its a shack or if its a tent.  either way i'm excited to go there and to stay there.
 I find i really like the island,  and i love that i get around by walking and kayaking.  In this fantasy dream i am happy.
