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The Privateer and the Celebrity
I managed to get to bed by 9:30 last night, for once, although it took me a long time to get to sleep.
Once again, my dreams were particularly vivid.
I was walking down a hill in a city. In the buildings at the bottom of the hill, there was a large, wide door. Someone was walking with me, and I explained that the door led to my bar. We headed down through it, and it turned out not to be a bar, but a shell around a pirate ship. The shell opened onto a harbor.
I was dressed as a privateer captain from the 1800s, and my crew was working hard to get the ship ready. In moments, we set sail. I was at the helm, with both a steering wheel and a rudder (in reality, I don't know much about ships). The sails billowed as they caught the wind, and the ship slowly pulled out into open air.
The waters in the harbor were crowded with ships and boats of all sizes, all of the same era as my own. In fact, it was ridiculously crowded. I steered carefully, almost hitting other ships many times, but enjoying myself...and then the dream changed.
I was in a huge hotel in Las Vagas, with friends and family. Somehow I ended up talking to Leslie Nielsen, who was wearing a tuxedo. I assumed that he'd just say hello and "thanks", after I told him I'd enjoyed his work very much, but for some reason he wanted to walk around with me and chat.
A very odd dream. We went all over the hotel, which was also a casino, a giant mall with strange stores...just odd. I'm not quite sure how it ended. I probably just drifted awake.
Once again, my dreams were particularly vivid.
I was walking down a hill in a city. In the buildings at the bottom of the hill, there was a large, wide door. Someone was walking with me, and I explained that the door led to my bar. We headed down through it, and it turned out not to be a bar, but a shell around a pirate ship. The shell opened onto a harbor.
I was dressed as a privateer captain from the 1800s, and my crew was working hard to get the ship ready. In moments, we set sail. I was at the helm, with both a steering wheel and a rudder (in reality, I don't know much about ships). The sails billowed as they caught the wind, and the ship slowly pulled out into open air.
The waters in the harbor were crowded with ships and boats of all sizes, all of the same era as my own. In fact, it was ridiculously crowded. I steered carefully, almost hitting other ships many times, but enjoying myself...and then the dream changed.
I was in a huge hotel in Las Vagas, with friends and family. Somehow I ended up talking to Leslie Nielsen, who was wearing a tuxedo. I assumed that he'd just say hello and "thanks", after I told him I'd enjoyed his work very much, but for some reason he wanted to walk around with me and chat.
A very odd dream. We went all over the hotel, which was also a casino, a giant mall with strange stores...just odd. I'm not quite sure how it ended. I probably just drifted awake.