Dream 240

I was in an office room with very poor lighting.  A man handed me a couple of photographic negatives and a chip that I think was a data drive.  I could not see him clearly in the shadows.  I tried to look at the negatives with the light from a coworker's laptop. but the screen wasn't in the right angle.  I held up the negatives and they looked like blurred images of my father on a hillside.

I went downtown to a festival, but even there everything was overly dark.  I decided to return to the office, but I got caught in a group of men that were certain they knew the correct route.  I was doubtful, but I followed them.  

It turned out they were going the wrong way; we ended up at a section of road that had been completely flooded.  It ran downhill and was under at least twenty feet of water.  A large police boat sailed close and told us we could not proceed.

I tried to find my way back to the center of town.  Just then a man appeared, and told me I had failed to identify the photos.  I recognized his voice from earlier.  He was wearing a black cloak and a pointed witch's hat.

"Why are you wearing that hat?"  I asked him.