A dream

Photo of a stormy morning at Cape Lookout, NC, November 2007.

I woke this morning dreaming the most bizarre dream. I was on a cruise, but the ship looked more like a large research vessel. It was early in the evening and the ship was sinking. I started running around, from one end to another, gathering stuff and getting ready to abandon ship. The lights kept blinking and I was worried about them going off, but was assured I’d be okay as I had a head lamp with me. I had my priorities! I gathered in my laptop backpack my laptop, ipod, a notebook (a black leather one I write in) and some apples (I often take an apple like this to work). The other bag was a canvas shopping bag (the type you take to the grocery store to avoid having to use plastic bags). In this bag I stuffed as much food as I could find, some canned goods, bananas and an old package of spinach and some broccoli. I don’t know why I didn’t think of water. Many people were just staying on the ship drinking, resigned to their fate, but four of us eventually got off and onto a lifeboat. But the lifeboat somehow became a barge that was rusty and listing badly… We got back on to the ship to get more stuff; I kept saying get food but this one guy insisted on collecting all these pipes and pump parts. He had a huge box of parts. We then got back onto the barge and, early in the morning, the ship sank, rolling over on its side and slipping beneath the waves. As I was busy figuring out what we had, the guy with the mechanical parts fixed a pump and began to pump water out of the hull of the barge, the water spraying like a fireboat’s water cannon. We weren’t sure how much we should pump since the water in the hull was acting as ballast. Then we were approached by a Russian destroyer, who had seen the water spray. They came along side of the barge to save us, but before we got off the barge and saved, the alarm rang… Wow, am I under stress or what?