Dizzard

I was sitting down at a table in a pub when a man entered and sat down beside me. I don't recall what was said but he either told me (or I just knew) that he was a pirate. He flirted with one of the waitresses. (I think) Either that or the waitress had some kind of importance.

At this point I jumped to watching a ship coming into port, towing another ship behind it. (it looked shipwrecked) I got the impression they were going to use the damaged ship for spare parts to fix their own ship. I saw a ship splitting in half like a barrel. (it was very unrealistic)

At this point I jumped again and I was on the pirate's ship (I guess I joined the crew) however we had become trapped on a part of the sea that had frozen over. I left the ship nervous that the ice would break under my feet but it carried my weight and didn't break. I picked up a shovel and ran across the ice to a large pile of snow where other crew members were shoveling away snow. I began shoveling the snow away. I got the impression we were creating a path for the ship through the snow.

Earlier in the night I woke up and felt that I had been dreaming about "monsters" but I don't recall anything about that. It didn't seem like it had been a nightmare.

I was walking down town to buy something and I met a couple (I think they might have been in their 60's) I spoke with them but I can't remember what was said. At this point I looked to my left and saw my grandmother standing a field (she might have had her back to me) I told her we'd walk home together after I bought what I needed in town. At this point I jumped to having bought whatever I needed and I walked home with my grandmother. Now this part is pretty odd. We were looking at a fence on the way home talking about whether it would hold if zombies came, we talked about what part of the fence would be safest to stand behind.

After this it became really fuzzy. I remember putting my jacket on and browsing a forum. I believe somebody on the forum was telling a story. I saw an cartoon avatar version of myself (I guess it was my profile?) Finally I watched (with a slanted aerial view) two women in swimwear angrily jump into a pool. At the time I had the impression they were like stones skipping across the pool. It's hard to describe how they moved, sort of erratic I guess?
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This night of dreams was pretty foggy and fragmented. I don't remember much in the way of a story.