DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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Not many remembered dreams this month either, except this one:

JANUARY 21, 2002:
 In this nightmare, I was on the top deck of a small sized cruise ship. It was like one of those Carnival ones, but it was smaller, had a white hull, a single funnel that swept back, and was named "Radiance Of The {something} Seas". I forgot what the {something} was. The other distinguishing feature of the ship was it had a flat bow, rather than pointed like a regular cruise ship. This ship's bow looked like that on a garbage scow or a deep sea tugboat.

When I first "saw" the ship, it was close to shore in a harbor, and was in the process of sinking. It was listing sharply to one side, and lifeboats were being lowered from the side facing the water. It was as though I was watching from a point above and to the front of the ship.

Next thing you know, I was *on* the ship, on the topmost deck. At this point, lifeboats were rowing away and most everyone seemed to have been evacuated. The water was lapping right up to the edge of the deck. I tried to go forward toward the bow, but the deck plating pulled apart under me, and I ended up in the water for a brief time. I crawled back onboard near the ship's funnel (smokestack), and then "somehow" realised the cause of the ship's sinking was something in the funnel. So I opened a large hatch on the front of the funnel, and found it was stuffed totally full of wrapped Christmas presents. I grabbed at a few to get them out of the funnel, ripping some of the paper off. There was a bicycle, a toy vacuum cleaner, a wall uranator, and some other equally strange stuff. I felt compelled that something in there was something I really, really wanted or needed, and I briefly contemplated stealing one box. But the ship was going down and it was time to go. I crossed over the torn section of deck plating again, ended up back in the water, and made a swim for shore.

Next thing I remember was standing on a wooden dock near a (the) harbor building. Passengers from the ship were going by. I saw the ship, still going down, and contemplated going back for the Christmas presents. The ship listed some more, all the light bulbs blew up and the windows broke. It sank, but hit bottom with some of the superstructure still showing above water. At that time, a tall man in a flannel shirt and with *very* bloody hands appeared. I somehow knew he had just murdered some of the ship's passengers, and now he was coming after me. I ran into the harbor office and he chased. The inside of the office was very cluttered. I swung at him with things like brooms, buckets, and typewriter cords while running.

I came to a doorless storage room lit only by a yellowed bulb dangling from a wire, and saw a large red fire axe hanging from a holster on the wall, so I climbed over some junk and wrestled the fire axe out of the holder. I tried to take a swing, but it felt like there was a very heavy weight on my left hand. The bloody handed man was coming very close now, so I mustered the strength to take one mighty swing, and that took care of the killer for good. Then I woke up.




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