5.5.01- I dreamed that I was on a titanic ship (not the Titanic, I just didn't want to use the word "big"). I think that I was Jewish living during World War II. I don't know why we were on the ship, but I think we were going to be sold into slavery or something. I was in my twenties or thirties and I was married to this guy who always appeared in suits while I wore a raggety dress. He always hung out with the rich people on the ship. The Jewish people were quartered in a tightly cramped part of the ship with wooden walls and beds and tables. The rest of the ship was steel, and built a lot like Titanic- I mean, it looked like scenes straight from the movie when I actually saw the nice part of the ship. The weird thing was, that when the ship began to fill up with water from a storm once, the nice part had about a foot of water in it, and the part where we were kept was dry. Another ironic thing was that we, who were going to be sold into slavery, had waiters who brought us food at the little wooden tables. Anyway, that was the situation. In the dream, we were on the ship. At one point, my friend- I don't remember her face, so I don't know if I know her IRL- and I were out on the deck of the ship, and there was this huge storm. I think that we fell off the side of the ship, but apparently the thing rode so low in the water that we were able to climb back on and scramble into the door. This was when we saw the nice part of the ship with the foot of water in it. A woman who attended to the rich people made us get back into our quarters. My friend went on ahead without me, because the guy I was married to was standing in this lobby type room which separated the Jewish people's big room on the ship and the rich people's area. He was watching someone being dragged away, and told me that a Jewish person had sold that member of their family into servitude to one of the rich people, and that the seller was not going to be sold as a slave when we got to out destination. Then he started looking at me funny, and I left to go eat with my friend. The weird thing was that in the dream, even though this guy was thinking of me as property to sell, I still loved him. That is especially weird, because unless poeple are really close friends, I don't put up with any shit from them. anyway, that was about the time I woke up (around 11:30 in the morning). Ω
