"Real" World Time: September 22nd 1986, just short of nine months after I began keeping a dream diary.

I step out onto the balcony as I put on my hat, its bill as mirror-shined as my shoes - then lean against the railing and am quite happy with what I see. The men work at a steady pace, the sun is shining, the sea its best blue. We've done well these past few months.

I think of this place as New Jamestown. Like those Englishmen of yore, we're an outpost on the edge of a new continent; and are already aware we'll never fully explore it in our lifetimes. But where they huddled in crude huts in a crude stockade, we have several clapboard buildings up; and our few acres are fenced only by posts bearing two strands of wire, not barbed, which any child could crawl under; any adult step over. The few misunderstandings with the natives have been worked through with mutual good will; and even the ongoing language problem seems to be a source more of mutual amusement than annoyance.

I smile; and I'm sure that smile is noticed.

I'm Captain.

All's not quite well, though. A soldier calls to me that a man has run off into the swamp. Fortunately, on our side of the fence. The men form a skirmish line, I join them, and we start running in, I hollering in my loudest, deepest voice. This guy will fight like a cornered rat if surprised; best he knows we're coming. And it might not hurt if he thinks I've gone as crazy as he has. Then I hear, "Captain!"

I look. Two men are at the shore, something between them. One beckons, so I trot over. It's a basket; and in it is...

...a newborn baby.
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Comprehension, and some inner dialogue, come immediately on waking. As the logs are long gone, the latter is reconstructed from memory.

Blonde, no doubt.
Did I say which birthday?
"Venus Rising From The Sea" you ain't.
Moses?
A guy. Newborn, maybe; but not just born
(We exchange a few quips, the one I recall being based on a beer commercial of the day)
Let there be light!...
...No, Bud Lite!
So who am I?
That would take some telling.
I mean, what's my name?
Aren't you supposed to tell me that?
C,mon, you know it. This is Jamestown, right?
Right.
What three ships landed at Jamestown?
Let's see, ... the "Speedwell," the "Discovery," and the...
Susan Constant.