I again woke up many times throughout the night. Had very weird continuous dreams about being with a friend from Texas and being in this hole in the wall. Their cafe was closed but they could give us drinks. The barista was gay and wanted to do my fingernails. Not paint them but trim them. Fishing parties came in to have a beer. Still the focal was on my fingernails. We were waiting for a dog competition and an airplane. I was hungry and we stayed there all night with the fishermen waiting for the cafe to open. When it did all they served was fish and beer nuts! No idea if we ever got out of there.