Squashed rocker.
by Snowdog (no login)
This one is so bizarre I have to write it down just so I don’t forget it…
I was on some sort of tour boat. It was really neat. It was made of wood, and I went looking through the cabin. It had lots of nice sleeping quarters and bathrooms. There were a bunch of us on the boat, mostly Marines I think. I don’t know if the trip was business or vacation.
The captain of the boat was a Navy Captain. He was a nice guy, although a little nervous. The next senior officer down was a woman about 35 – kind of attractive in a professional way. Anyhow, we start moving and pretty soon, we’re going pretty fast. We were in some sort of giant lake, but there were all sorts of buoys and ropes marking off pathways. At one point, the Captain makes a wrong turn, and we wind up on land, but the boats momentum keeps us going. The captain does his best to steer the boat, but it isn’t easy. Pretty soon we’re going through a mall, and just praying that we come to a stop before we hit a wall (or some people).
I was near the front of the boat, and a few times I yelled at people to “get out of the way!!!” as we approached them. Unfortunately, just before we stopped, one group of older people got in front of us. I yelled “Move!! Move!!!” but instead, they all dove on the ground. When we got past them, we looked back in horror to find that one of their heads had been flattened.
The Captain was devastated. He was sure that now he was going to be tried for manslaughter. I did everything I could to console him, but to no avail. We found out after a while that the guy whose head we smashed had been C.C. Deville – former guitar player for 80’s hair band Poison. I don’t know if that made the Capt feel better, but it sure took a load off my mind. (there’s one reunion we’ll never have to see).
Somehow, we wound up back out in the water, and I somehow wound up romantically involved with the new officer in charge – the thirty-something officer that had been second-in-command. The rest of the dream centered on that. We would park the boat, and everyone would get out and swim from place to place. It was weird… it was like parking a car at a flea market and everyone walking to various places, only to meet back at the car later. Except this was in the water. There were little places all around to go. There were “lounges” where you could swim to and buy a drink and watch a TV that was floating on a wooden bar, there were diving boards that people were diving off of, et cetera. So we’d swim from place to place and do whatever we found to do.
Posted on Dec 26, 2006, 3:22 AM
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