OK, I guess. I was single-handedly trying to deal with a rather big boat, trying to either find a place to tie up or move to a place out of the way of even bigger boats. The boat had some sort of roof and deck below so wasn't just a rowboat.
I got into the boat and almost immediately it started drifting backwards, away from the dock, very quickly. I was in the front of the boat facing the back, but was looking over my shoulder to see where I was going and to find something that I might grab onto.
Soon I looked and the boat had lost it's cover and was nothing but a big, empty hull. The waves were getting big and splashing into the boat and I had a panicked feeling.
There were no oars in the boat, but I found a big pole or mast in the boat and desperately began to try to paddle with it. It seemed that I was able to stop the backward drift, but I was wondering if I could really get anywhere safe as the waves were getting big and I was now so far from where I started.
Then, just as I started to make some progress back to where I started, I looked up and there was a 30-foot tidal wave crashing down on me. I just gave it up and jumped into the wave, saying to God as I did, "You sent this wave. How am I supposed to deal with this? I can't."
That's when I woke up.