We are on a sailing boat. My brother is there too. Water is pouring into the bilge. A boat that was alongside us must have drilled a hole in our hull with its propeller. The water pump does not start on its own. We flip a few switches, and then the pump starts pumping out the water. Nevertheless, I am worried that the boat might sink. Then I am sitting at a table with my father and his friend. I tell them that I can open a bank account in Belgium if I say that I live with a friend. Later, it occurs to me that it would be much easier if I simply registered with my mother. It is very sad; my father kisses his friend on the forehead. I have to go back to the boat because I'm not sure if I left the water pump on. I'm afraid the boat will sink.