SquillTwin

About 14 friends and I are in small wooden boats in the middle of a vast ocean. There are two strands of ice here. They are both very long, about 100 feet, and there is a 10-foot space between them. I am in this 10-foot space, when one friend of mine, Audrey, comes along (in a boat) and asks, "Which way did the flood go?"
I shrug and say, "I don't know." I head over to the far side of the right strip of ice. Audrey then rams her boat into the first 10 ft. of the right piece of ice. Her sister, Abbey, yells, "No! Audrey, we were on a different island!" I can tell Abbey is very
Tristan and Emma, another two friends of mine, are waiting to go next. Emma zooms ahead, collides with the ice, and breaks it. Tristan laughs and says "You broke the ice!" Tristan and emma are
I think to myself, "How would construction workers build this?" My mind's eye takes over the dream scene:
In the middle of a dense black ocean, I see a crane taking a large, rigid strip of ice, laying it down on the water, then gluing it to the water.
The dream fades and I wake up...