Do any of you ever have boat nightmares? I can’t be the only one. I have boat nightmares about five times a year. (You can read about a creepy boat nightmare I had a couple of years ago here.) Usually, my nightmares involve our boat rolling over. In this dream, I’m always watching from a distance as the boat leans port and then starboard in a regular manner until she begins to lean too far to port.
“Noooo….” I think in my dream. It never matters; the boat always leans too far until it rolls completely over.
It’s a ridiculous dream, because we have a very solid boat and G is safety-conscious. Our boat has never come close to rolling over. As disturbing as this boat-rolling-over nightmare is, it’s recurring and I’m pretty used to it.
Every once in a while, though, I have a boat nightmare that’s unique and disturbing. I had one of those last night.
In the dream, I was standing on a street. In fact, the street upon which this dream took place is a street that has meaning for me. Anyway, I watched our boat float on down the street. No lines, no captain, no crew, no nothing. Just our big green steel boat, untethered, moving along. My two sisters were with me.
“Look at our boat!” I said. “Someone untied the lines! What will Dad say?”
My sisters and I contacted Dad. “Get on the boat and put it in gear,” he said.
So, in the dream, my sisters and I followed the boat down the street of water. We could hardly move (in dreams, you can always barely move) and a few times, we almost caught up to it.
Then, before our eyes, the boat listed to port and rolled all the way over. It stayed on its side in the water for a while before it righted itself and continued on down the same street. My sisters and I almost caught up to it several more times, but it kept floating beyond our reach. Finally, we got close enough that one of us could jump on board.
We had it! We could rescue our boat, put it in gear, return it to the dock, and tie it back up.
But of course, in dreams, that’s never the way it ends. This dream was no exception. Just as we were going to jump for it, our boat reached a cliff. It was a gigantic waterfall. The boat glided just out of our reach right to the edge of the waterfall, went over the edge, and plummeted into the abyss.
“Valerie!” I said. “Valerie!”
I woke up and remembered Valerie was safe in the next room. So were Eva and Vincent. I assumed G and the boat were safe at sea.
Hmmm. Any dream interpreters out there?