I am going to have to apologize if this post is an absolute train wreck, but I couldn't be helped.
so, last night, this is what I dreamt:
Someone who seemed familiar but wasn't and myself were in some kind of desert. I am sure that some kind of combat was involved, but honestly, I don't remember. It started out as a water conservation problem, but eventually changed into something completely different, as is such that most dreams do. I, as well as this other girl were in charge of this little post in the middle of nowhere, and we disagreed about how we should use our water. She wanted to use it all while I wanted to conserve it because I knew it would run out fairly quickly. Like dreams often do, it completely changed pace when this little miniature submarine which you could actually pilot showed up. Honestly, I don't remember much about why it happened, but for what ever reason, I got to explore the depths of the ocean in this little machine.
the part I remember the most is when I guess I was stuck at the bottom of the ocean with little to no power left in my machine. At the time, I was frantically trying to communicate with any of my comrades, even those I disliked. It was cold, dark, and cramped. I knew the if I wasn't able to drive my way out, that I was going to die there.
immersed in this frightening loneliness, I clung to any strand of hope I had. Besides the image of my comrade's face on a screen, all I saw was a deep blue darkness. I didn't want to die in such a place, I was terrified. I remember talking to one person, someone who I may or may not have had a difficult relationship with, saying how happy I was to talk with them. Just then, in the midst of the darkness, I felt an unsettling sensation on my leg.
in reality, my foot slipped out from the covers and touched a different textured blanket, therefore causing me to freak out. I jolted awake, my heart pounding.
if anything, this dream only further cemented my feel fear of the ocean. And I still have no idea what it means.
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