Busy little undermind strikes again

Dreamed I created a comic book character named Captain Demise-O.

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.