I had one of those nightmares last night that was absurd but seemed completely real and feasible at the time. (I was reading a National Geographic article on the wreck of the Steuben yesterday and I’m sure this is what caused this dream). In it my family had to take a boat trip somewhere and somehow they knew that this boat was going to sink, but that they would have a small chance of survival and would try to escape. For some reason if they boarded the ship before 12 noon they would have a much higher chance of survival. I was given the choice as to whether I wanted to come along or not and try to survive the sinking. I wanted to be there for my family but in the end I chickened out and decided to take care of my parent’s house while they were away. The last bit of the dream I remember was crying and hugging my brother and telling him that I loved him.
My scary dreams always involve either myself or one of my friends killing someone, either accidently or on purpose. The rest of the dream is spent feeling like crap and running from the cops. I get them about once a month. It’s one of the few times I’m glad when I wake up.