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10th of January, 2012

I kept dropping in and out of lucidity throughout the whole night.

The dream, as far as I can recall, started off with us at some kind of western style ranch. We were having a campfire and drinking ol' style Whisky and such. I noticed a homestead a little bit away and we went up to it to check it out. I walked around a bit, admiring how interesting everything looked in my half-lucid state. After a little scrounging, I found this outdoor patio type area that had heaps (like HEAPS) of guns mounted all over the walls. Eventually things got a bit heated and some guys who I think owned the place approached me, at which point I picked two revolvers off the wall and started examining them. Evidently that was just the incentive one of the guys neded and he proceeded to shoot me in the neck. I lay dying for a bit and then things start to get hazy...

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On a cruise ship doing some fencing (the sword type, not the wooden type). I was wearing the usual mask and remember some guy being really weird to me about it- I'm not exactly sure why, but I recall thinking he was a total dick at the time. Suddenly I found myself on land and walked around a bit admiring the sights; it was a small village with water through it, similar to Venice or something like that. Again, I was partially lucid at this point but not really in control per se. I turned around and noticed the cruise ship was really small, more a yacht in the canal. I gained a bit more lucidity and attempted to make it big again but ended up making myself huge as well. I climbed onto the side of the ship and peeped onto the deck, attempting to see the tiny people aboard, but couldn't make anything out. While I was there, some narration started about dinner or something and I started having these overlaid image flashes of the most delicious looking food ever!

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The last one is really fragmentory. I know at the time it was a cohesive dream, but I forgot a lot of the content on waking.
Nooks and I moved house into a less impressive apartment. The courtyard had an awesome harbour view that was for some reason obstructed by tall walls on all sides. Lots of time spent in the carpark fixing lights and flying around and stuff. There were HEAPS of cars- thousands of them. Something to do with fixing a graphics card by plugging in these bio-wires on the wall of one of the parking spaces.

Good morning, ,everybody.

Dream #1

A gigantic cruise ship like the Titanic was out on the sea during a huge storm. There were a lot of people in the main dining room. The dining room was big and bright, with low ceilings and small, round tables draped in white tablecloths. The dining room may have had doors, and possibly even windows, right out to the deck.

People had been warned to stay inside the inner parts of the ship during the storm. But one of the men actually opened one of the doors or windows out to the deck. He may actually have gone outside, on the left side of the ship.

The storm blew the man back through the door and out another door on the opposite side of the ship. The man could be seen clinging onto an old-style, wooden mast, his body being blown pretty much horiztonally by the storm, like a flag in the wind.

I was now back in the dining area. But now the place was almost totally empty. It was also very dim and full of heavy, wooden tables. I sat at a rectangular table for six or eight people. A beautiful woman sat across from me. I myself was a beautiful woman.

One man had just walked away from us. He may have been my boyfriend, or he may have been the woman's boyfriend. But there was also a man slumped down in his chair to the woman's left. He seemed to be the woman's boyfriend. He was so drunk that he'd passed out.

The woman was upset about the man having gotten this drunk again. I, possibly as the woman's friend, was trying to comfort the woman.

I encouraged the woman to have a drink. I said it might make her feel better and make her feel like she'd equalled things up between herself and her man. I told her the drink would be on me.

But the woman, hearing that I was buying her drinks, suddenly became greedy with drinks! I don't know where she was getting the drinks from, but she kept pounding them back, sometimes even two-fisting it.

The woman was drinking gin in something like a baseless wine glass. And each time she'd finish a drink, a little green scoreboard over her left shoulder would count the drink off.

Finally the woman stopped drinking. But it wasn't like she was drunk at all. Both our men were back. But my man was already in bed. The woman's man was still passed out drunk.

I figured both men wouldn't be much good for sex tonight, but I told the woman that she could probably find some way to make her man please her. I had an image in my head of either the woman or me sitting up, still in a dress, while one of the men, so drunk he couldn't even sit up, lay on his stomach and performed cunnilingus on either me or the woman.

But what I was really interested in was trying to prove to the women that her man was so drunk that he'd be no good at all for the night. Then we could find some way to get rid of the man for the evening. After that, I'd convince the woman to have lesbian sex with me.

But now we were carrying the man back to the bedroom, which was apparently down a short hallway just past the dining area. The woman had the man's head, and I had his feet. The man seemed really sick. I was afraid he was going to puke all over me sooner or later.

Dream #2

A man was telling me and a group of friends about how he and a woman (who sat beside him) had lived in a mansion for a while. Someone else may have lived there with them. The other person may have been really rich. The man and woman were well-off, in fact they looked like a glamorous couple from the 1920s, except alive today, but they weren't rich.

So while the rich person had one portion of the house, the couple had the maids' quarters, which themselves were huge. The man said the couple didn't have to do any maid work. They just liked the quarters because they were so big and they felt kind of old, like an old castle or monestary.

As the man spoke about the maids' quarters, they materialized around us. Everything seemed to be made of concrete, painted over, like a public restroom. In fact, there was some huge restroom just behind the man, not divided from our room by a wall, but by a concrete seat, in which the couple sat.

The man told us, "We even used the hands-all bathroom while we were there, which was huge."

Somebody, possibly I, asked what a hands-all bathroom was. The man said he didn't know, that he'd never asked to find out.

I said, "I think 'hands-all' is like when you say 'all hands,' like when people say, 'all hands on deck.' I think it was a huge bathroom that all the servants used at once when they were suddenly called to duty, so they could all get washed up and ready at a moment's notice."

A woman said, "Or, what I was thinking is that it was for the smaller bathroom. Because that one had a mini beauty salon in it." A small bathroom, with something like a barber's chair and a mirror with lightbulbs around it, appeared in a room two or three rooms down, behind the woman.

The woman said, "I think 'hands-all' meant something like 'the works,' like if you went into that bathroom, you'd get 'hands-on' treatment -- a full makeover. And all the maids would take turns giving each other makeovers."

I was pretty sure my idea was right and the woman's idea was wrong. (??!!) But I didn't say anything. Instead, my vision seemed to focus on the huge tub in the huge bathroom. It was like I was right there. The bathtub was full, almost to overflowing, with very warm, but not hot, water.

Dream #3

I was in outer space, speeding upward and away from the earth. I must have been in a small spaceship, but sometimes it felt like I was just out in space, in some space suit.

Another man was out there, even though I don't think I ever saw him. The man spoke about another man who had taken a dimensional transport to another universe. He had done this as part of a battle with a group of aliens trying to destroy the world.

The man told me that the aliens could actually use the shockwaves of dimensional transport to destroy the earth. But the use of shockwaves and dimensional transport in flight was also the method of fighting that the aliens normally used in their battles.

So, the man told me, the other man had gone into another dimension and was conducting these kind of shockwave battles with the aliens. I imagined orange, kind of traffic-cone-shaped spaceships fighting with each other.

The man said that the other man would be back soon, as soon as he'd accomplished his mission. But now this man seemed to be going somewhere as well. Perhaps I was going somewhere, too.

We, or I, sped upward through space. I encountered a dimensional shockwave, from where alien spaceships had been. As I blasted through it, the sky of stars became filled with many more stars, some of which were different colors -- gold, purple, red, pink. There was also beautiful, brilliant nebular dust everywhere.

I was amazed by the beauty of the sight. But, suddenly, the sun (?) was eclipsed. The darkness of the sun (if it was the sun) revealed an even deeper layer of beauty in this universe. I was astonished!

I was now in a hospital. But the part of the hospital I was in was more like the control room in some kind of military base. All the people in this control room seemed focused on taking care of some procedure for one little girl. The room was small and crowded, with four or five rows of computer-embedded tables, each row split into two slanting aisles.

One man was in charge of administering painkillers to the baby girl. But he said, "That girl's had enough stuff to mess with her system. I'm not putting anything else in her." A black man, somebody like a nurse or a janitor, sat to the man's right and heard him say this.

There were two or three men standing before a screen at the back of the room. The main man was something like a head surgeon. He may somehow have been controlling the procedure being done on the baby girl, who was in another room, through something like remote-controlled robots.

But suddenly the screen shot of the baby girl cut to a sign (in kind of cheesy, 1970s style, "high-tech" lettering) saying "INCONCLUSIVE." This sign stayed on for a few seconds.

The head doctor was panicked. Something had gone wrong in the operation. But he couldn't figure out what had happened!

The screen now switched to a sign saying "INCONSCIOUS," which I guess was supposed to mean "unconscious." It meant the girl had slipped into a coma and was probably dying. This sign was flashing on a lot of different screens, now, and it may have been accompanied by buzzing alarms.

The head doctor shouted, "Dammit! We're losing her! What went wrong? Does anybody know what's going on?"

One of the other people shouted, "Her pain levels are really high. Her body couldn't take it anymore. It slipped into a coma to shield itself from the pain."

The head doctor yelled, "Did somebody forego painkillers before the operation?"

The black man, who had been sitting next to the doctor who'd decided not to administer painkillers said, "Yes! The doctor said he wasn't going to give the girl anything! I saw him! I was right here when he said it.!"

The head doctor seemed relieved. Everybody did. I saw from somebody's point of view, as if I were now actually in this scene. I was looking at the screen of the doctor who hadn't administered painkillers.

The head doctor said, "Start giving the baby girl some painkillers. As soon as they start to take effect, the girl should slip out of her coma. We'll start the operation over after that."

I was already putting in the commands to administer painkillers.

I am at a party on a cruise ship and I am eating nachos and cookies my friend Anthony, my brother, and I were there. it is almost time to leave.

dream 2

Captain Hero is defeating his enemies with nacho cheese and on the cruise ship we are out of chips. Anthony is playing a video game on a T.V in which I can't see. Again it was nighttime and Captain Hero loses against his enemies.

Dream 3

I am in a cold dreary place and it is snowing. I then find myself alone in an apartment sitting in a chair looking at a window. the Window is closed but strangley the yellow curtains are blowing. I hear the voice of a deceased woman who is angry at me for killing her.

Dream 4

I am in a desertand I am fighting in the Army. it is daytime and it is warm. A military leader by the name of Jose is conspiring with the enemy. I roll down a sand dune and I find myself alone in my dream facing a bunker.


NOTE: I have four dreams on the same day because two of them I had at night and the other two I had in midday. the name in my fourth dream is a spanish name and it has an accent on the e so it is pronounced (hoa-zeh)... I must've been hungry for the first two dreams

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

No vision, or just black. A voice said how "an entire fjord" (???) in France had collapsed into the sea.

Dream #2

A bunch of people, possibly including me, were on a huge ship like a cruise ship. A disaster had occurred -- possibly that another gigantic cruise ship had come apart and sunk. Almost everybody on board had been killed. The people on this new cruise ship were now out in the ocean, not to find the living people, but to pull out of the water a lot of dead people who were floating to the surface.

The ship coasted over the black waters and under a yellow sky. A young woman with coppery skin and long, black hair stood out on the deck of the ship. She spotted the body of a young man who had apparently drowned. She threw out a rope to grab the boy's body. She pulled the body onto the ship.

The woman was now in a cabin right on deck. The body of the young man was laid out on the floor of the front room of the cabin. The woman had walked into a back room. She now walked out to the front room. I may have seen from her viewpoint at this time.

The young man on the floor was possibly Asian, with coppery skin. He wore a yellow t-shirt and darkish khaki shorts or casual pants. He was a little bit overweight and shaved bald. He looked older than his age, somehow. I attributed it to the stress of his death and the effect of the water on his body.

But now the young man began to make motions with his mouth. He slowly mouthed some words and made some cringing expressions with his eyebrows, as if he were in extreme pain, and as if he were still afraid of dying. He may have coughed some water out of his mouth.

There were some other people in the cabin, possibly including the Captain. It was recognized, possibly by the Captain, that the woman had saved the young man's life. I'm pretty sure I saw from my own viewpoint at this point, not from the woman's. The woman said that she had a feeling, when she saw the boy in the water, that he was still alive, or that he could be resuscitated.

Dream #3

I was watching a comedy. But it was also like I was reviewing the movie, after I'd seen it. Reviewing the movie, I commented that I had no idea there was going to be a scene with such crude humor in it.

I could only partly remember the scene, and I kept trying to see it, but it had something to do with abortion. It was like it was blocked from my view by a lot of sillhouettes of people's heads.

I then saw another scene, in which a group of "average guys," like in a comedy for guys, were all standing next to each other before a table filled with jars of aborted babies. The guys had to pull the babies out of the jars for some kind or humane reason. But they were all kind of bumbling about at the task so much that they were actually disfiguring the bodies.

The men were using weird implements to get the babies out of the jars. One of the men used a huge knife, to which the baby stuck, like a magnet. The baby's back may have looked charred. The baby may also have had eyes with no whites, which were all a dark grey-blue.

I felt bad because for some reason I had taken my mom to this movie with me. I had thought it was just an ordinary comedy. But those two abortion-comedy scenes were really gross, and I was afraid my mom would be freaked out by them.

My mom and I were in a car, pulling into a space in a big parking lot. I tried to justify the grossness of the comedy in the movie by explaining that the film had been made by the guy who made There's Something about Mary.

This is just a fragment of a dream that I remember: I was on a cruise ship. I also had another dream which had something to do with my hubby.

I am on an ornate cruise ship that is designed for common people to meet with royalty. I am with a friend of mine that looks like a girl I used to know in highschool. We are all stood around in lines in our finest gowns, waiting for one of the royals to walk by and pick from us whomever they are interested to meet.

Some sort of prince goes by me and I am not picked. I am not really surprised at this as I feel rather old compared to most of the others. As this round is over we are told to move up to the next level, which is actually up a few floors. Here we are sat down in what looks like theatre seats. Again, a royal starts working his way down the line. For some reason I decide this is a good time to put cream on my legs as they are feeling dry. The cream has a look and texture similar to chocolate pudding. I get it done just in time.

I think I must have been picked because now only a few of us are leaving the group to go up a few more floors. Here, in a line again, we are faced with a young girl. She goes through each of us, first tapping us on the shoulder then pulling us forward, mocking us and laughing. She thinks we're pathetic. When she does it to me, I laugh too. She picks me.

I'm pulled forward into a space in front of the crowd and I see the royals. It's more like one prince and his friend/servant/advisor. He's sat beside the prince and he looks very bored. He frustratedly tells us that we should "dance or something", so we do, and he likes how the girls dance sexy. Suddenly it's over and the royals are whisked away.

It's time to get off the cruise ship, to find our train, but I don't know where my son or friend is. I start going down levels, searching. I am questioning whether it was level 9 or 7 that I was originally on. Some random guy is trying to help me but it's slow going. He's asking people if they have seen my friend. We come across this crowd and someone tells me to watch out, there is a massive spider on the wall nearby and they know how I am terrified of spiders. I see what they are pointing at, it's a bubble of fabric on the wall that is moving in an irregular way. It frees itself from the wall and I see it's really just a leather jacket. I tell them their mistake.

A massive gorgeous moth lands on the floor suddenly and someone grabs it. S/he starts breaking pieces off of it like it's made of some sort of brittle taffy and handing the pieces out. I freak out at the cruelty of this, but there is no reaction so I move on.

I go into a lift and down another floor. There is a frustrated couple in there with me, trying to get to their floor. I finally find my son and ask him where his Papa is. He says Papa is by the car, and I ask him where the car is. He just says "down", so down we go in search of him. The car is parked in some of the many decks below, rather like a ferry. I am overwhelmed with the idea of searching blindly for it.

I see a friend of mine, she's on some sort of ferry/cruise ship kind of thing. It's just been very painstakingly cleaned for her, I get the impression my friend is famous or important some how. She has an entourage with her, including her Mom and Grandmother. I am not sure where the ship is going or why it's going anywhere. She's in her gorgeous room, it's very beautifully decorated in the style of what I remember of Versailles. She is trying to speak German, but it's not working. She has a doctor's appointment, so the doctor enters the room. She begins talking about the pill she is on and how it's made her gain weight. She refers to her Grandmother a few times, but her Grandmother keeps saying "Not this time, dear" and waving the questions away. I become aware that her Grandmother won't talk about the issue of birth control because she's too embarrassed.

February 18, 2011
Lucid Dream 181: An Unsatisfactory Performance
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 1
around 4:00pm
DILD

Category - Party/Sexual


....Sexual Content Dream....I can't remember the start of this dream for anything. I have flashes of waiting on a pier and getting onto a cruise ship. Other than that, I haven't a clue. The first think I remember, is running into a friend from high school. I was on a large cruise ship and ran into "Agi." It was night time, and we were at the back of the ship and there was romantic music playing. I began kissing her neck and slowly laid her down on her back. I remember thinking, ok I better stabilize so the dream doesn't end. From this point on I was lucid. I performed some quick stabilization techniques and removed her bathing suit. She looked absolutely stunning naked. We started slow, romantic sex in missionary. After a bit, I was bored, so I started hammering away. I changed position to where I was standing up straight and holding her upside down. The back of her head was still laying on the ground. After a bit, I rolled her over and changed holes. I was now rocking it doggy-style in her ass. I later placed "myself" between her tits and began titty f***ing her. About this time, two other females joined in. I lost lucidity during the three way action.

Agi had now turned into an attractive asian chick. I was dressed and talking to the two woman who had joined in. We were all four porn stars on party cruise. As we drank and smoked a few blunts, the girls were talking to me about the asian. They said that this was the fourth session in a row that she was unsatisfied with. I immediately got defensive. I said, "What? I was putting everything I had out there? How could she not enjoy that?" The two girls both agreed with me and said that they were more than pleased with the session. One of the girls moved her foot up and began massaging "me" under the table. One said, "Maybe she likes getting her ass licked?" I replied, "I did that! She seemed like she was enjoying it!" I woke up while taking shots with the porn stars.

Class is thrown out the window in the dream series, "Sexcapades." Not unlike your favorite porn video, I unleash my inner "Ron Jeremy" and give those DCs what they are looking for ! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

22:00 GMT

Hiking, cooking and walking
I’m climbing up some mountain with my BF. On the way we meet local pilgrims and a French lady. The path is full of Buddhist sacred places, like this huge terraced slope with thousands of small golden Buddha statues.
This French lady knew nothing about Buddhism so he was feeling awkward with the pilgrims offerings and prayers. But we talked to her and then she was starting to actually enjoy the whole thing. She spotted a statue that had fallen backwards and went there to put it up again. She left a golden coin on top of that Buddha. Then I noticed it was the only one really shiny around, as if it was new. All the others were darkened by age and weather.
When we reached the summit of this mountain, we found some houses and tables on the outside. There was a culinary competition going on with people from all over the world. It had just ended and people were stowing their dishes and pans and glass bowls. I helped. Some Italians were talking about a sci-fi series that didn’t air because it was just bad, like a B-series kind of movie. Then like a vision, I get to see some scenes from the series and it’s really cheesy. The spaceships are just cruise boats with their lights on over a dark, star-lit sky. Then there’s this main character who is simply a klingon but with 1000 eyes all over his body. It’s just bad and I laugh.
Then we’re all downhill, at my mom’s kitchen, were the award ceremony takes place. I’m surprised that all the Italians get awarded, but so the French, Spanish, and many many others, mostly Europeans. I wonder what kind of competition is this, where everybody is awarded. I’m bored and I go to the window. I see a gay couple walking outside on the back alley and I think why don’t they go up the hill, do the same pilgrim’s path we did, but telepathically they say they are not interested, because it seems exhausting. OK, just a suggestion. At this moment I am half-lucid and I think about going to visit the Flea Market near my home. In RL it is tens of kms from my mom’s home, but this is dream world... So as I walk my way there, I’m feeling really amused and I am singing Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” and dancing. People look at me but I couldn’t care less – dream, remember? Then I realise I already walked too much and passed by the street that goes up to the Flea Market. As I turn back I bump into my BF who decided to follow me. I tell him it’s better we take the bus back to the place, 'cause I'm tired of walking.

4:40 GMT

“I’m nobody” and snake venom
I’m on some weird place with Buddhist people I know. People are sitting down on chairs and that’s when I realise they are waiting for our guru to come. I then see the place prepared for him to seat and luckily I get a sit just in front of it. But I get tired of waiting and waiting and decide to go for a walk, leaving something on the chair to mark my seat.
When I am on some kind of lobby of this building, some other old guru comes in. I have this weird feeling of coming out of my body and I start floating in the air, involuntarily. I feel like a cloud with no defined shape or form. He passes by me and I come down a little bit. He holds my hands (so I did had hands!) and he smiles looking deeply into my eyes (so I guess I also had eyes!). He asks “Who’s this girl?” and someone from the staff replies with a couldn’t-care-less look “She’s nobody!”. First I feel a bit upset but then I also smile and reply “Yes, I’m nobody.” And he releases my hands and continues his way. I follow him back to that teaching’s room where people are waiting on their seats. But on my way I pass by a corridor which has lots of young boys and girls sitting on the floor and some neons or billboards hanging from the ceiling above. For some reason, some of the boys start to tease me, trying to provoke a fight. Because it is kind of playing, I play along and I defend myself, but then they get serious and I have like 4 or 5 attackers simultaneously both from my left and my right. But my kung fu is strong and I kick their asses, although not really understanding what they want from me. I then get on some kind of skateboard I see nearby and I slide out of there.
I end up on the end of some long corridor and tired, I simply lay down on a sofa that is on the corner. Then some Russian lay who is cleaning the floor, starts cleaning around the sofa and then the sofa itself. I am like “Really? Couldn’t you wait that I get out?” But she is really sweet lady and she rubs my shoulders and gives me a head massage. How nice of her! But she never says a word. Then a door just in front of us opens up and I see a kind of clinic lab. A nurse or whatever is taking blood samples or vaccinating a person. I go inside and I see two guys collecting snake venom for cosmetics. But the snake goes crazy and is spitting venom like a water hose. They warn me to be careful, cause no venom can fall on my eyes or mouth or I’ll die. But I do get all covered in venom everywhere else.

6:30 GMT

Beams of light in my hands
I am in some shared room with other people. I am trying to have some rest but it’s too crowded. Then the Russian lady appears again and she’s cleaning the room. I find out there’s a room next door which has just been emptied and I take all my stuff to there. As I am cleaning up the bed which is full of crumbles of previous guests, the Russian lady comes in again – is she stalking me in dreams? – and she also seems surprised that I’m there. She still hasn’t said a word but we kinda communicate telepathically. I tell her I’m staying in this room and she seems to be ok with it. She won’t tell anybody. She just needs to do her job and clean it up to. In the end she hands me over a very nicely scented soap for my shower.
Then I am (again) among this people who came to listen to a guru. But this time when entering the place of the teachings, I slide through the floor to some really good seats and pass in front of everybody who is simply walking – bad luck for them! This time this “room” is on some open air space, like a terrace. The guru comes in, he is very old (I guess the same from previous dream) and he needs a translator because his English is not so good. People are eager for him to start, but then the mic doesn’t work and we can’t hear a thing of what either him or the translator are saying. People complain but no one seems able to fix it and the guru doesn’t stop, he keeps going as if he didn’t care if people are listening or not. I make an effort, but then I give up and go to the terrace handrail to see the views and I notice the terrace is actually a boat deck. Below is the ocean and smaller boats are sailing around. Someone shows concern over me being so close to the limit of the deck, so I decide to play with this person, by letting myself fall on the water – of course I didn’t really hit the water, I simply flew up and appeared on some other spot on the deck, but sure it was fun to see his/hers (?) face. I’m half-lucid by now but the dream starts to fade. My peripheral vision reduces as lately it’s been happening on fading LDs and everything becomes a bit dark. I ask some DCs around me to help me stay in the dream, by holding me down. It’s a weird strategy but kind of works. The dream stabilizes a bit more, but the darkness doesn’t go away. The DCs look scared and I provide some light to them by emitting white beams from the palms of my hands. They seem amazed and thankful, but I end up waking up anyway.

8:00 GMT

This is the first dream I had on September 25th, 2008


The dream takes place on a fabulously luxious cruise ship, like the Titanic, but more modern. The ship is sailing on a narrow ocean channel that has tall cliffs on either side. I am my dream incarnate Chun-li, a young Chinese woman. I have a young girl with me named Sari (who looks kind of like Sari Sumdak) and in the dream she is my daughter. I have the gift of forsight and know that the cruise ship is going to sink for some reason. I am there to try and prevent the tragedy, I think.

I have to stay on the upper decks of the ship (which also happens to be the upper class section) to avoid running into a previous incarnation of myself who is running around the lower class part of the ship. The rich and the poor are divided on this ship like they were on the Titanic, the poor being restricted to the lower decks. There are always parties going on in the upper class as the vain, rich and influencial show off to, and consort with, each other.

To pass the time Sari is practicing for a French play being put on by the children of the wealthy passengers, so that she is occupied while I look for something (though I cannot remember what now. Something to do with preventing the ship from sinking anyway). As I walk around the ship I note that most of the upper class lounges and dining halls are void of any furniture, or have only a few chairs scattered about. These rooms have massive, enlongated vertical windows with long, flowing translucient sheers. The proportions of the windows were impossible because they were radically larger when seen on the inside of the ship, than from the outside.

The passengers in the upper class all dressed stylishly and expensively. Gold, silks, and jewels were everywhere. I was dressed nice but not as elaborate and I did not have any jewelry. All of the women passengers have skirts but I am wearing pants and for some reason that makes the upper class passengers not want to engage with me, even outright avoid me, which is fine for me because I'm still looking for that something.

The dream skips a bit and it is the next day (or a few days later) and somehow I got Sari off the cruise ship during one of the nights. When I become conscious of this is the dream I am suddenly in the channel underneath the ship and looking up. An Orca swims above me at the same time as the ship passes overhead. This killer whale is the same as any other except that it has a patch of black on its underside on which I can see unique symbols that are glowing white, but I do not know what they mean.

The night of the sinking comes and I am looking for a way out because there are suddenly no doors from the upper class rooms to the outside deck. The only way out is the climb the curtains of the vertically massive windows to a small opening at the top. (The windows on the outside now match the extremely enlongated proportions on the inside.) I struggle for a bit up a curtain and make it outside, though the ship develops a terrible lean as it goes down, and the part of the deck I was trying to reach is half underwater. There are no ropes or cables to climb down so jumping is the only way to the water, but the distance from me to the water is too much and I am too scared. Most of the people in the first class section of the ship are unable to climb the curtains because they are too physically weak or are weighted down by their extravagant outfits and jewelry.

I wait for the ship to sink a little more, so that the distance between me and the water is not so great, before I jump. I feared the water would be ice cold and though it was not for some reason I am paralyzed when I hit the water and sink as slowly as the ship. I am conscious and I do not drown, but I cannot move any part of my body. When I am at the bottom of the ocean channel a large white whale (a sperm whale?) swims over me and when I look up at it I can see the same symbols on the white whale's belly that were on the Orca's, but these symbols are black.