So this morning, after my puppy woke me up to go outside, I fell back asleep only to dive headlong into the strangest dream I've had in a long time. One thing you should know about me is that I am the queen of dreams. Or so I would think, simply because I have had the largest variety of dreams out of anyone I know, of course there are billions more people in the world, but humor me. Some of my sleep-induced journies have been like epic adventures with snowy mountainous terrain and helicopters hovering above places no man would dare venture while I have also had nightmares that could chill sharkblood. I always remember my dreams and by now have such a large repertoire that it would take a short book to cover them all. But my most recent one is brief enough to write about here. Which is what I'm about to do.
I am on an enormous ship, titanic-like, in the middle of a wild and stormy sea. A large group of people is with me, including many of my friends, close acquaintances and grade 12 culinary arts teacher. I am walking towards the rear of the boat with a huge hunk of raw halibut in my hands, bigger than I am wide, and open the window to toss it into the waves. After it splashes into the ocean, I wait a few moments to see if any creatures will come after it. Sure enough, shapes begin to explode from the depths, diving in and out of the storm in hot pursuit. Dolphins! I think to myself in excitement. I could finally say I have seen bottle-nosed dolphins while on a sea vessel. I know that I should go and tell my boyfriend but I really don't want to, and to miss anything at this point would be horrific.
I watch them, wondering how they are keeping up with the ship's ridiculous speed when suddenly I begin to fall sideways. Sure enough, the boat flips upside down, held above the water by a rocky outcrop coming from a mountain that had simply popped into existence. It is sunny by now and I hear shouts of "it was a whale!" echoeing across the water. A whale had capsized our ship. As we quickly jump out onto the sand-covered rock, two bulbous heads rise from the water, which by this time reaches the edge of the beach. At the same time, my shoe falls off and I yell "Grab it!" to the boy closest to me. He tries to stop it from rolling down the slope, but a slimy tenticle begins to crawl up his leg and he panics, racing away from both it and my shoe. I start to throw rocks at the octopus heads but only succeed in provoking them. The first one bursts forward, all twelve arms waving in the air wildly with only one purpose; to destroy me. I simply turn away from the monster and find myself on another rocky beach where everyone else is far ahead of me, picking their way across small boulders.
My teacher is calling out "Keep ahold of your life buddies!" and I realize that I am the only one without a partner. An old ex-boyfriend comes up to me, arm linked with a female friend of ours and my first thought is "I wonder if they're going to be together soon" before another pair joins us - my big brother (well he's LIKE a brother) and another boy, arms linked just like the first two. I start to wonder if I'm going to die when I wake up again. A good place to hit the road if you ask me.
The most interesting part about this dream was that during the octopus attack, I was aware of being asleep. I knew that if this were a regular nightmare I would be sweating and tangling myself up in the bedsheets, heart pounding. But since I understood that this was not real life, I was able to control my fear and "get away". Neat eh? Well that's my dream, maybe I'll post more articles about my nighttime exploits whenever I have one worth mentioning, sound good? Deal.
Anyways, that's it for now so have a great day!
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