Camera goes, boat glides

Someone steals my camera and leaves a cheap imitation in its place. All happens in a dark room--restaurant?

Riding a boat or something very like one--canoe shaped--up a road beside a river. I'm confused that the vehicle goes uphill without any apparent motor or energy source. Moves very quickly and smoothly. Across the river is a rich landscape of homes and forest. Some of the homes are very elaborate, like something imagined to be on the hills outside Florence--old, elaborate, beautiful, well integrated into their surroundings.

New York again

Zack and I driving through New York City streets, everything gray and a little sleazy in a light rain. The right hand side of the windshield is obscured. We park in a lot and go inside some non-descript building to transact business of unspecified nature. When we return we find that the car has been stolen. I ask Zack if he left his window open and he admits that he did. Anxiety anxiety anxiety.

Camelflage

All I can remember is a camel, crouching in the darkness.

Fugue States of Amnesia

D again. I meet him outside somewhere. His face is rounder, apple-cheeked, clean-shaven. He is sitting at a picnic table, where we are shortly joined by two other men. One is a German academic of some kind--dressed in a suit and speaking with a thick accent. He makes a conversational reference to some obscure movie and a character in it. D, of course, knows this movie and replies pithily. We move inside and there D opens a suitcase(?) and removes various items, one of which is a painting of a civil war scene.

An unexpected visit from a benign spirit

D. arrives for a visit (highly unlikely in waking life). He is cheerful and energetic. I welcome him as we stand in front of the house and look out at the front yard, which stretches parklike for several acres in the dream. There is a wide semi-circular driveway beneath spreading oak(?) trees. I start to explain that he must see this as we see it--still in development, much work to be done, etc. Essentially I'm being defensive about what I perceive to be the faults on view. He brusquely shrugs me off, a little irritated that I'm so pathetically defensive. I grab his upper arm and force him to turn back and look at the yard again, attempting to explain that I'm not being defensive but just wanting him to know all the great things we've got planned for the place. Looking ahead, not backwards.

We go in the house, where there is much food and he quickly begins preparing some.

Awake after the dream, I feel like it was essentially a positive visit. The night before this one was so wretched, that this dream feels like a welcome visitation by a benign spirit.