Serenity's Silver Millennium

5:30a-10:45a
Murder possible
I was first person, but not me. I was a woman named Jayne, and I was reading a letter I found on the table. The hand-writing was a bit hard to read, but it was left for me by the man who planned to murder me. The general gist of the letter (which was very eloquently written) was that he’d been visiting my house and watching me for a while. This was one last way to feel closer to me. I realized that by the tone of the letter, the murderer could be anyone. More apt to be someone intelligent looking and trustworthy, rather than a thug. This stayed with me for the rest of the dream.

New Receptionist
I was at work, and Sonya was quitting. I was chatting with Bobbi (who didn’t look like herself), who was upset because there wasn’t time to train anyone new from scratch. I thought maybe we could work out a deal with my company, and I could apply? Bobbi loved the idea.

Underwater Camera
I was on a cruise ship, helping my dad (who was the captain) rig up this neat camera/screen. People could look through the screen, and see underwater as the ship passed over it. We fed it through the tube once, and I couldn’t really see anything through the screen. We would have to feed it again.

I sent the camera down the tube and watched it go down on the screen. I was lying on my stomache and it felt like I was going down a waterslide. I immediately became self-conscious, as I was leaving myself vulnerable to attack from the murder, who could be anyone, anywhere.

I left the ship to find out where the camera ended up. There was a shallow pool with soapy water for people to clean their feet off in. It was a nice park. I thought about anchoring the camera up on something, but then thought, “But if the camera is anchored, how is the ship supposed to sail?”

Throwing out some garbage
I was at some bins behind a Zellers, dumping some garbage. Someone joined me there. As I was walking away, I thought, “That could have been the murderer!” and started to jog. It felt very free, rather than the “water-legs” I often get.