Waterwheel
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Lucid Intent? No
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For some bizarre reason I had a lot of dreams last night. O_o I didn't take note of any of them, however, so they're all faded. I'll take down a couple I sort of remember.
This one, from earlier in the night, is just a vague fragment by now but the physical sensation I had in it was such that I find it notable. There was something to do with a boat or ship, like a ferry. I was on it with a man who was something like Hedley Lamarr (Harvey Korman) from Blazing Saddles. There might have been a woman as well, probably distinguished and from the Twenties or Thirties era based on her clothing. It was cloudy out and possibly wet. The water must have been a bit rough as the ferry was bobbing a lot. There was something like a gangplank or ramp leading from the ferry deck to something else, maybe another boat. It was wide like the ones the Mackinac Island ferries use. I know the water was rough as the boat(s) bobbed so much that the gangplank kept pulling away from our deck and then coming back--a gap would open up, then close. I kept eyeing this nervously, hoping I wouldn't fall off if I had to use it.
There was some kind of business about a woman lying on the deck. I don't know if she was dead or alive or just a body or what. It wasn't morbid though. She was lying stretched out on her back, arms straight at her sides or folded over her chest, and she seemed to be brownish all over, like old baked clay or something. Almost like a sculpture. I believe she was dressed in a gown which was full of folds like you'll see on classical statues of goddesses and such. I know she was some kind of figure of importance, and Hedley had some dealings with her (she was treated like an object considering that she was...well...inanimate)--maybe she was stolen from somewhere and he was the thief? Anyway, all I recall of that bit is that she was lying on the deck outside with us (the ferry wasn't that big and the deck was of wooden planks, all wet and unpainted) and I guess Hedley and maybe the other woman were trying to think of what to do with her.
I meanwhile kept focusing on the bobbling gangplank. That thing was really making me nervous. It would pull away, come back, and pull away again. I did wish it was steadier. I was afraid of getting caught on one prong of it, for now instead of just a flat squared end, it had two prongs of a sort, one jutting from each corner, which possibly helped connect it to the deck; I thought I might get caught on one when it pulled away, and then I would be plunged into the water. This got kind of weird and confusing, because now, the gangplank would occasionally go under the water, revolve in a full circle, then come up again just like a waterwheel, and I was afraid of getting caught on it should this happen. It also seemed to change orientation and position when this happened so I can't really explain it.
Well, at some point, exactly this happened, and I got "caught" on the "waterwheel" and plunged into the water. I wasn't horribly terrified like I'd be in real life (I can't swim) as this was sort of planned or expected and it had happened to someone else so I knew how it would go. I shut my eyes under the water and it got so dark! I felt it all around me as I was dragged downward! I knew it would spin me through the water in a circle and I would resurface and be just fine, but until then I had to hold my breath. It wasn't a long wait, but still, you know how long such things can seem. And at least once or twice, I almost lost my breath and a few bubbles flew from my mouth, as my lungs hurt and I wanted to breathe in. Each time this happened I told myself, "No no no!--wait until you surface again!"--because it wasn't even going to be that long. But it sure felt like a while!
I don't recall the exact moment, but at last I must have surfaced and been rescued from the waterwheel for I ended up just fine.
