The Ferry

Last night I had more “full length” dreams than I remember ever having in my life.  Usually I don’t share my dreams with others, because I imagine they’re boring and useless to anyone but me.  But two of them were especially vivid and memorable, so if you happen to be interested in dreams, or curious about what my psyche has to say about where I am on my current journey, please read on.  (You can find the other dream – Dream Girl – in the post below.)

The Ferry

I was on a boat – a ferry – with about a dozen other people.  As we sailed from one shore to the other, the water became extremely rough.  The boat was being tossed and heaved to the point of almost capsizing.  But I realized that this boat was built for exactly these conditions, and the people in charge seemed completely comfortable and at ease.  I saw out the porthole that there were many similar boats on the water being similarly tossed around, and I knew that this was very ordinary and not at all dangerous.  So I relaxed.  I was perfectly safe.

And it was so much fun!  A wild ride!  In fact, I remember saying out loud, “This is how sailing should be!”

But some passengers were getting very seasick.  I felt fine, but I felt sorry for them.  A few of the other people began to torment them by talking about different foods, trying to push their seasickness “over the top”, as it were.  I don’t think they were trying to be mean.  I believe they thought it was funny or that they were actually helping.  (We all know how it is with nausea.)  I told them to stop but they didn’t, so I went back to enjoying the ride.

And I was a little disappointed when the trip back was calm, smooth, and utterly peaceful.

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