Jonestown Forget-Me-Nots in NY

I woke up in the water of some bay in New York, New York...the boat was an old cream colored classic car converted to float.  When we returned to shore they backed the classic car boat into the water of a smaller bay to dock it... my purse was still inside and the driver went to grab it and jumped out, but still landed in the water, so all of the contents were damp.   I  remember walking down a hallway of somewhere thinking...why is this place so special? - once inside of anywhere it just feels like anywhere-else.  In the alley way next to a huge grocery store there was a ragged hole in the brick wall...this was the old passage way to Jonestown (this is what I get for watching a documentary about that place before my nap) - There was a single plant that grew next to it, and I was most fascinated by the way the light hit it...a spotlight on the brightest blue forget-me-nots I had ever seen.  I was trying to get my camera to focus on them and just the right angle..when people started to come through the broken passage in the wall.  They were real people, but yet they carried the spirit of someone long past.  I skipped the line at the restaurant and sat with Dad and Uncle Bill before departing for home.