In last nights dream I was staying in a run-down hostel near a beach-like community. The single-room building was full of old wooden beds and bunk beds, and there were a large number of families staying there. For some reason, cats would come in at night and pee on the beds, so the place was quite a dump.
I slept in one morning while waiting for the showers to become available, and I was woken by screams of excitement. People outside were enjoying the local entertainment of riding around in groups of 6 – 10 in inflated rubber rafts tied to balloons. The makeshift airships were very unwieldy, and the people would yell and scream for fun as they would raise and dip chaotically, ramming into buildings, bouncing off cars in traffic, and so on. Strangely the whole situation didn’t seem dangerous to anyone, and there were at least 3 or 4 such “rides” going on directly across from the hostel at all times. At one point I think I saw a super-size raft flying around with a Winnebago on it.
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