Dream Journal
Steve and my vacation was about to end. We were trying to figure out how to get back to the airport, and I decided we could catch a bus from where we had gotten one before.
We headed toward the ocean and sat with a bunch of other bustling people. We discussed which bus we had taken since there seemed to be a lot of options. We were unsure what time our flight left, which made the bus decision even more difficult.
There was a small channel that brought boats of all shapes and sizes into the area, and we could see a large white cruise ship approaching. The cruise ship was listing far to one side and was more than half under water though it still moved forward. There was a barge in front of the cruise ship carrying all of the cruise ship passengers. The ship wanted to get to port before it went all the way under.
John walked up behind us and convinced us to go for a ride on his boat. We all piled on John’s boat and went out for a short ride. We passed another cruise ship also listing to one side and mostly underwater, and I wondered if there was anyone still aboard.
Steve could see a few people in the ship waving frantically and making prayer motions with their hands. I wondered how much longer they would have breathing air.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Steve