[i gotta knuckle down and just be okay with this]
The last dream I remember (in great detail) having I had well over two years ago. I don’t remember my dreams very often. I remember having it because it was technicolored and had you in it. We stole a boat because the world was ending and I didn’t want to be on land when that happened. There was a bridge leading miles out to the ocean and at the end of it was this funny looking white yacht. Whimsical funny, not un-seaworthy funny. After we boarded it, I looked back towards the city skyline and saw it disintegrating slowly into little dark flecks of ash against the stormy green sky. Very slowly. I remember thinking that “the end” would probably take at least another full day, at this rate.
It was rainy, but the rain didn’t seem dirty. The water was dark - a deep Prussian blue that permeated each rain drop. The ocean seemed to be rising faster than the world was ending. I was peaceful. With the world ending. On a boat.
I don’t know how to swim. I don’t think the dream version of me does either.