june 7 2021

It begins with you and I getting on a huge boat to travel to some far off place, which seems to take a day or so. The place was a school, I think, but I don't know exactly. There were no classes, but lots of other people vaguely "my age", and we all lived in one dormitory/apartment building. I snuck around a lot trying to get something from some people, but I don't/didn't know what. I remember that for some reason the bathrooms had weirdly incomplete walls around the toilets that offered absolutely no privacy. There were several events and gatherings that happened, which i don't recall in enough detail. At one point, I'm taken out to the ocean (the same one we arrived across) across a terrifyingly large and long bridge at night (I think because I had been caught spying). We reach an edge, and it turns out the bridge is actually unfinished and doesn't reach anywhere. Then they tie me to a huge steel girder and drop me into the ocean and I drown. I see in third-person someone who is identifiably the person I've been in the dream, but also isn't me, reunite joyfully with a lady who has something important to tell them, but seems not to remember them. The not-me keeps trying to embrace the lady instead of paying attention. I know the lady also appeared earlier in the dream, but I can't remember why or how. There was another part where I wake up in the middle of the night as myself as I know myself in my own bedroom, and I look out the window to see a peacock flying overhead with a huge billowing tail, which I take blurry photos of. I think I actually might have woken up at this point for a bit but I don't have a clear memory of that either. I do know that the peacock sighting was definitely in the dream, however; or at least, it felt narratively in step and perfectly logically connected to the rest of the dream. Regardless, the dream concluded with you and I getting back onto the boat to return. Throughout the dream you only ever appeared on the boat, never anywhere else. We are lying on sleeping pads in little pods. The pods have very low ceilings such that one cannot sit up properly, and are separated at the head by a thick plastic divider that ends around the shoulders. We are next to a window right at water level. There are loud sounds and the boat starts to rock slightly before rocking drastically and ultimately resettling. I know that the boat has just been put into the water and we're about to set sail. I'm suddenly flush with fear of the open ocean and becoming stranded or drowning. I think to ask if you would hold my hand while we shove off, but before I do I wake up.