"...portals into that dark blue abyss."

Dreamed on 2014.04.03.0636

in a large pirates of the caribbean era boat with immediate family and some cousins/aunts/uncles. Pat wants to go swimming (she means scuba diving), and as soon as she says so the entire boat starts to flip over. It gets to be completely on its side before I throw myself on the opposite wall and flip it back upright.

There are large large windows of glass here that, when the boat is leaning, show us portals into that dark blue abyss.

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