So I dreamed that Erick and I decided to become pirates. We were waiting for the green flash, because we knew that when the green flash came, if we held our treasure tightly between us then we'd become richer than in our wildest dreams. We didn't have very much treasure, but it was enough. But just about the time the green flash was supposed to appear, something would always come up and we wouldn't be in position at the right time and everything would be spoiled.
We were almost ready for the green flash, when I got called away to do a MoneyGram for a customer. I had to go all the way to the top of the mast because that's where the MoneyGram machine was located. This time the customer was a small boy, around 8 years old. He was getting ready to go back to school and needed his picture taken for the yearbook. There were gaps all around the little platform at the top of the mast, and he was standing too close to one. I told him to take a step towards me, but he was shy. The boat was rocking back and forth, and I was afraid because he was going to fall. I reached out to grab him, but just as I reached out he took a step backwards and fell off the mast. I screamed, "Noooooooooooo!" and climbed down after him as fast as I could. He wasn't dead, but he was pretty banged up. His parents weren't happy with me at all and threatened to sue me. And that's why I didn't get back in time for the green flash.
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