White Girls Can't Jump

I was working at an aquatic park, and I switched shifts with Richard, so he could help out Aaron with his work shift. Richard's shift was janitorial work, and I finished it, but I also had to partake in a race. I stayed in first place for most of it, but everyone eventually caught up. I didn't really care about winning, I only wanted to finish first because I was worried that by attempting to help Aaron, my new shift would interfere with Derby.
Part of the course was a yellow/brown dirt with yellow/brown streaks of lava, and we had to vault over them. I lost a shoe in the process but didn't get sucked into the lava. Then there was a matted platform at waist height that I tried to jump over but got stuck on top of instead of sliding across it. At the very end of the race I met up at this large boat trailer, where three others were waiting, all around my parents age, two males one female. There was a tarp or canvas set up over the boat to protect from the sun, and the wind was blowing so hard we had to hold it and the boat down so it'd stay, but for some reason all the other boats and groups of people were unaffected.

I'm On A Boat!

I was on a boat, at one point on the deck with some minor criminals.
The bossman was instructing the other two (one guy, one girl) in their tasks.
The guy seemed to be sawing something off of a statue of sorts, and the first one he sawed off rolled along the deck and dropped into the water.
Instead of getting it himself, he made his lady friend retrieve it out of the water.

Then I was below deck, at a cafeteria style table, with a large quantity of people.
I was sitting next to a girl, who pointed across the table and to the left at someone who was meant to be Alex but looked like Aaron and said that she hoped I wasn't serious about him.
She made some reference about being drugged or duped into waking up into his father's bed.
It was meant as some sort of analogy or cliche at the time.
Then she pointed out Aaron, who actually was Aaron, two people to our left on our side of the table, and said something along the lines of how he's a great person, and you can't do wrong by choosing him.
And I just looked at her, and explained that I had choosen him. That he my boyfriend, not the other one, not Alex. That once upon a time I thought Alex meant something, but that he didn't anymore, and that I was realizing he never should have.

Then, and I'm not sure if it was the same girl or a different girl, but a girl nonetheless needed me to help chase down some puppies.
The one I ended up going after, when into a different room from the cafeteria area, and the only reason I caught him was because he decided to nab a scarf from the ground and start playing with it.
He wore himself out and then cuddled up in it, so I grabbed him and the scarf and brought them back into the main room.
The oddest part of that was that I recognized the scarf. Not myself in the dream, but my subconscious.
I had seen it before, but not in this dream, a different one.
Mostly white, with a pinkish-red patter of sorts on it, more old-fashioned.