Strange Dream

I don't usually remember my dreams.  I have a friend who has wild, fantastic dreams which he can recall clearly.  A group of us will often listen to his retelling and then give our best shot at interpretation.  Even on those occasions when I do recall a dream, it seems rather tame when compared to my friend's visions.  I wonder sometimes if I just don't remember the wild dreams or if I don't actually have wild dreams.  I'm not overly concerned about it one way or the other, but I wonder.

I bring up this talk of dreams because recently I have been having a dream which I can recall.  At least, I can recall a portion of it.  I'm frustrated because I often awake with the same snippet.  I feel like there must be more to the story but I'm not privy to it.  The parts I remember have rich detail and I'm really curious to know more.  But I don't even know for certain that there is more.  Anyway, I thought I'd share what I have in case there are any dream interpreters out there.

I'm in the desert.  There is sand everywhere and, occasionally, a large boulder or two.  Sometimes, I'm riding a horse.  Other times, I'm walking along side a horse.  Either way, I'm moving very slowly and I'm thirsty, parched even.  I can see something in the distance ahead of me.  It's too far off to tell what it is but I assume it's another boulder.  As I approach, I began to sense movement from the shape.  Even though I am squinting in the bright sun, I can also begin to discern color - white and red.  I get close enough to make out a boy, dressed in white.  He has his back to me and is kneeling next to an overturned, weathered rowboat, half buried in the sand.  The boy has a paintbrush and is busily painting the exposed parts of the boat bright red.  I expect the boy will turn when he hears my horse but he continues to paint.  Finally, I'm passing right next to the boy, my shadow falls across him onto the boat.  Still, he ignores me.  I consider moving along, but the boat reminds me of how dry I am.  I ask him if there is water nearby.  The boy looks up at me and shakes his head.  Next, I ask him why he is painting the boat.  He tells me he is getting it ready in case it rains.  The boy is very serious as he tells me this and I get the sense that I have some control over whether it rains or not.  I also get the feeling that the rain would not be a good thing but more like a purging flood.  I nod to the boy and continue on my way.

I sure wish I knew what happened next.