Hmm.

[A momentary lapse into silence, made heavy by the shape of his unspoken thoughts. The rhythmic sound of oars striking water, the creak of the boat beneath them, they're the only things to punctuate their journey until he finds his voice again. Words spoken softly, half to himself this time.]

This is awfully novel and detailed, for a dream. I’ve been told more times than I can count that I have an over-active imagination, but this? I didn’t think I had this in me.