I stole a jet ski

Date: 2/17/2019

I dreamt that I stole a jet ski. It looked like one of those bigger ones that the coast guard uses for rescue purposes. I snuck onto a dock and dived off into the water to take it. I drove through a crowded marina, off a bridge that was flooded, and then through a drainage tunnel. This world in my dream was pretty flooded, maybe something like after a hurricane. I found my way down a parking garage and saved some kids from being trapped in a car. The car looked like one a hoarder would have, filled with garbage. I also picked up some really pretty girl that I knew, (she wasn’t real, but the dream made it feel like I’d know her for a long time) and we took off again with the kids. By this point I knew the police were looking for me, so we went through an indoor mall to try and escape. That part doesn’t make sense looking back at it. At this part, I was strangely able to carry what would be a 1,000+ pound jet ski with one hand casually while casually walking through a shopping mall. As we went through this place, I saw my old friend Wayne as a security guard. He looked like he did in high school, which is the last time I ever got to hangout with him. We kept going through the mall, dodging security when my phone rang and woke me.