Dreamlet: Saturday morning espionage!

I dreamt I was a spy, a mercenary, some sort of secret agent against an evil big government. I went to meet the rest, and we were on a ship that was in the water that in waking life is just a parking lot near the old house. One of the others was in charge of steering the boat, but they seemed to be purposefully steering us wrong so we were caught.

I abandoned the lot and ran for it, ducking into the old house and hiding out in the wrecked front upstairs bedroom. I settled back into my secret life there, waiting for things to die down.

A helicopter passed nearby and I knew it was an infamous spy hunter tracking me down with special gear. I knew they were onto me, but I couldn't make my getaway in time. Agents rushed in and grabbed me.

I shrugged. Oh well, we'll fight it out again another day...