Dream on 7/19/10

I don't really remember the start of this one too much, I only remember sailing (or maybe windsurfing) at night from little island to little island across choppy water. The water was rough but for some reason I was really good at whatever I was doing. I got to one Island and there was a funeral taking place. There was nowhere to sit other than next to this mean fat woman, so I sat there. For some reason they started talking about religion and how no one really knew a whole lot about the Muslims. My 8th grade drama teacher (Mrs. Brown) stood up and said that she was from the "New" Jamaica (this was a post-apocalyptic dream I guess) and that the "New" Jamaicans were all Muslim. She started going off about this whole religious movement that really didn't sound like Islam, but the fat woman next to me was trying to silently convince her even fatter daughter across the row that she should try to marry me.