DoubleHelix

November 28, 2014: I am a naval officer on a destroyer or battleship. While the crew and I slept an earthquake or some type of natural catastrophe causes an entire Caribbean island to sink below the water about 6 feet, sinking several of the fleets ships that were moored there, but not ours. There was also a tidal wave associated with this event that damaged two ships which were out at sea. Those two ships, heavily damaged and looking old and rusted are steaming their way at a good speed towards the sunken island port. No one is at the helm. They are out of control. One runs aground in the shallows where the island used to be, and the second one (quite by accident) travels through a channel towards an interior island port - or at least where one used to be before it sunk an additional six feet. Still, it is a dead end, and it too eventually grounds itself, causing the crew to jump off onto a sandy just-above-sea-level beach.

On my ship there is bedlam. People are trying to squeeze past each other through the narrow ships corridors. I am in the company of my girlfriend, an absolutely gorgeous, tall, thin, quiet blonde woman of about 28. She is utterly serene. We are far beyond simply being in love...we are true-to-life soul-mates. The pure, genuine love that she feels for me and I feel for her is unparalleled and has never been matched in real life. She is topless, with her right breast tucked with perfect comfort into my left chest and armpit as my left arm circles her back with my hand resting on her left hip. Neither of us wants to be anywhere but where we are at that moment despite all that is happening. Naomie Harris, in the guise of Tia Dalma from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean is in the corridor with us. She looks at us and speaks to us in her movie character voice: “What ‘ave we ‘ere? True love is what dat be...no doubt in dat...no doubt a’ tall.” She is absolutely 100% correct. I perceive the POWER of this love into the deepest depths of my being down to the cellular level. This is a sensation I have never known in my waking life. It is amazing...ineffable...defies description. If you could feel this sensation in real life you would be instantly addicted.

My duty at this time and under these circumstances is to try and find the captain. I believe he has either jumped or fallen overboard, so I jump down and initially land on what appears to be our ship’s dive platform a few feet above the water line from which I can gaze into the gorgeous clear blue-green Caribbean water. From there I wade onto a narrow beach of white sand and continue to look into the water for portions of the sunken island, ship parts, or fellow sailors. I wake.