The powerful ship moved purposefully through the water. The ship travelled through a sort of canal with buildings on each side, crashing and breaking the boarders of the land, tall houses falling in its wake. It reached the sea and rose high before it charged towards the waves as if in battle. We were as much victims of the ship as the seas in which it sailed, caught in its depths and awaiting our fate. The ship crashed to the left and its passengers fell and crashed with it. I grabbed my yellow sailing jacket, I knew we were in for a rocky ride, I wanted to be prepared. The last thing I remember before I woke was that I could not tie my shoe laces in preparation for the journey ahead.
I sat up in bed and looked around, heart beating and catching my breath. I wrote it down, I wanted to remember for the morning for when I woke.
This morning I reached up to the shelf for my dream book before preparing coffee. I hadn’t needed to see my scribbled reminder, it was still very clear. Without looking I knew that rough seas couldn’t be good, that in my dream I was prepared or trying to prepare myself was something, but I felt it might indicate a long ride ahead. That the ship was big and strong gave me hope, because although it was throwing me all over the place it gave some protection.
The dream dictionary told me ships are an augury of profitable ventures, however a shipwreck portends to a situation where you will have to defend yourself. The dream book directed me to look up ocean, it said that in any dream the condition of the water and weather must be taken into account. The water and weather had been horrendous in my dream. Rough or stormy water is a warning that real courage will be needed to overcome your obstacles, just what I need at the present time!
I have one hope though as the book suggested an ocean voyage predicts a lucky escape from an irritating problem. I guess I must have got on the ship in the first place to have hung my yellow sailing jacket.
Any other interpretations out there much appreciated 😉