Recently, I dreamt that I was sailing through the Pacific Ocean. I can't remember why.
I found a small island nation that I'd never heard of before. And I mean really small - it literally had three people, each on a separate island about the size of the raft. It was called Marreana or something.
I noticed that none of them had any food so I asked them, "Do you speak English?" Once they said yes I asked them what they ate. They said they were wizards with lightning powers, so it was okay that there was no food and no fish in the ocean where they lived. I said "Oh, that makes sense." Then I noticed a bunch of football goalposts with basketball hoops on them and asked them why they were there. They said "We like to play zarkleball. It's our national sport. See, watch." Then they used lightning to drag me over to them and cut off my head, which they then threw in the hoop and I said "DRAT I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THEM DOING THAT" and then i woke up
