Dream: Mormons ... Escalator ... Number Six ... Unknown Teleporter

Dreamt that this group of Mormons hanging out on their wave-runners off the beach were getting splashed and knocked over by some Baptists in their speedboats.

Also dreamt I was going up an escalator of a nearby mall or cruise ship -- at the top of the escalator was this huge wide screen that was playing a preview of a movie about astronauts and the first woman to give birth in space.

Damian was following me. We had snuck into a 55-and-older club. The entrance was a gift shop, like the one at the Grand Ole' Opry. Past the gift shop, there was a bronze-colored hallway that led to this escalator that turned 180 degrees in the middle, like a staircase ... and it accelerated as you got near the top.

Damian was wearing a beret, pink shirt, and khaki pants. He was sporting a moustache, and carried himself like Number Six from the Prisoner. I was dressed in a sporty purple suit and hat, grey temples peeking out. When we were on the escalator, past security, I laughed and clicked my heels, kind of like the "knee-bone" guy from the Prisoner.

Prior to this, the man known as the Unknown Teleporter had picked me up in his car and brought me to the beach. We were happy to see each other again after such a long time.