Last night’s two sleep segments brought me two completely different nightmares. This is rather unusual for me. Though my nightmares used to come more often than nice dreams, in recent years (well, in recent months, anyway) that hasn’t been the case.
The dream which came in my first segment was, by far, the most disturbing. It hit me with major sensations of guilt coming from a number of directions. Though it involved a fantasy setting, its cast of characters included real, private folks who are still alive. And that being the case, it’s blocked by my self-imposed content filter and can’t receive further mention.
The second dream, the one that came in my second sleep segment also qualifies as a nightmare. But the primary elements in it were desperation, fear, and physical revulsion. I’ll take those any old day of the week over guilt.
In my dream…
…I was a crewman aboard a big double-masted wooden sailing ship. The time period of this dream wasn’t specific, but it could easily have been almost any time in the 18th or early 19th Centuries.
The ship had been at sea for a long time and was stuck in the doldrums. With no wind we couldn’t move. And we had run out of food. Other than what fish we could catch, when we were able to catch any, we were forced to catch and eat the rats that were hiding on board.
That’s the horror to which I was driven in this nightmare: catching and eating rats in the dark, hot sub-decks of the ship.
