Nightmare: Terrorists Attack a Cruise Ship and a Cannibal Racist
After a long while of peace, I’ve finally had a nightmare. It was a sad one rather than a scary one. I woke myself up whimpering.
I was on a large cruise ship enjoying a relaxing vacation when a massive group of police officers decked out in their swat gear and armed with AR 15 ran into the central area of the top deck where I was relaxing. They all took positions and some pointed their guns at me. I put my hands in the air and backed up against the wall. They recognized me as a passenger, so an older cop grabbed me and brought me to a large blue barrel where he told me to hide inside it.
“It’s too late to get back to your room, so you’ll need to hide here. They’re almost here,” the cop said. Terrorists were coming to board the ship, and they were nearly there. The barrel was down on its side, the opening facing a wall, so I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear. I heard the terrorists arrive in a large group and argue with the police. Gunshots were fired, and I feared the barrel would be hit.
The cop from before came back to the barrel and urged me to come out. “They set off a bomb on the ship, and it’s going to sink. Get to a lifeboat as quickly as you can.” I wriggled out of the barrel and ran to my room where I had some kittens I was taking care of. My own cat, Switch, however, was nowhere to be found. My heart sank. I worried I may not have time to find him. I frantically put all the kittens into a carrier and walked out into the halls and onto the deck. I screamed my cats name hoping he would hear me and come to me. Nothing.
I had run out of time. I hopped onto a lifeboat, hoping perhaps someone else had found him and taken him.
The lifeboat took me to a small island made of metal, like something you’d see in the movie Waterworld. People and animals alike where being treated for injuries by nurses. I brought my kittens to them and searched among the animals for my Switch. I saw a cat that looked like him, so I ran up to him, relieve. “Switch!” As I got closer, I realized it wasn’t him. I asked the nurse, “Have you seen my cat, Switch? Is he here?” She knew who I was talking about, and she frowned.
“I’m so sorry. He didn’t make it.” I fell to my knees and wailed a most sorrowful cry. “My baby!” I mumbled here and there. I couldn’t help but imagine his death; drowning or being blown up by the bomb.
I woke up. I figured it was from my whimpering, which I often do in my sleep when I cry in my dreams. I rolled over and my boyfriend asked if I was okay. “I just had a nightmare, but I’m okay,” and I went back to sleep.
Unfortunately, I went back to sleep in the same part of the same dream, where I continued crying over my cat’s death. I did, however, wake up again not soon after.
When I fell back asleep for the second time. I ended up in a new dream. I only remember small parts of this dream, but I’ll do my best to explain.
I lived in a post-apocalyptic world. A group of people I didn’t know and I were taking shelter in an apartment in a tall, New York-like apartment building. I remember being with a man, a woman, and a young girl at least. I was holding the man’s debit and credit cards and accidentally dropped one behind the fridge where it slid through a crack into the walls. He was angry.
“Wait! I can use my temporal magic to send only this section of area back in time so the card comes back up to us!” I yelled in excitement. I used my force of will to create a bubble which I expanded to the size of the area where I knew the card to be. It phased through walls easily. Then, when I was satisfied with the bubble size, I focused my mind to send that area into a time rift to send the card flying back up to us. It worked, and his card came back up. I decided then to send the entire apartment area back in time, but I don’t remember why.
I also remember Batman was there at some point, and I was hitting on him, big time.
In a final, strange part of my dream, I was still in a post-apocalyptic world, this time traveling with a man, woman, and their little son who was about 5. We were navigating through a large, dark building filled with dark, murky waters. A set of planks were built in such a way that you could walk along these thin plank bridges to get around the building without stepping in the water (unless you were to fall in). We reached a really long log that was leaning up against a ledge above. I climbed up a wall to another ledge nearby to see what was up there. The couple’s dumb kid just climbed up there, and his dad tried to follow, but the log started wobbling. “Don’t come up here, the log’s about to-” and as I was about to say it, the log toppled into the water.
The little boy wandered to a lit area where there was a jacuzzi running. He hopped in and played in the warm water. I yelled this information down to the couple who were working to get the log set back up. I urged the boy to get out of the jacuzzi, as someone probably lived there. He didn’t listen. Then a tall, greasy white man appeared. He explained that he eats people and was going to eat the kid. I picked up a thing but long piece of wood to fend him off with. I managed to hit him with it so that he fell into the water. The couple had finished setting up the log, so they climbed up. We went into a cavelike area where the jacuzzi sat and climbed up a ladder at the end leading into an open garage of a home.
We found ourselves in a neighborhood comprised of mostly African Americans. They seemed to look disdainfully on the house as they went about there business. We stole the man’s car, in which he’d left his keys. We were driving around the neighborhood, taking in our surroundings and considering where we should settle next. It became clear to me that the greasy white man was a racist a**hole who cannibalizes on the people of his neighborhood. I could only hope he drowned in the waters so he wouldn’t plague these people any further.
Lastly, I’m not sure where this part happened, but I recall Normal Reedus (who referred to himself as Darrell) came into my house to fix some plumbing. He wore a set of blue coveralls and was clean shaven. I was a bit star-stricken and wanted to flirt with him.
