I was on a sinking ship. I remember an intense storm and trying to find a lifeboat or something to get in before the ship went underwater. I was carrying around a fishbowl with my talking fish named Stanley (he reminded me of that talking fish from the cartoon about the little boy who could travel through a magic book to visit different animals- the cartoon is called Stanley, which is where I think my fish's name could have come from). Stanley was trying to keep me calm and direct me to a life boat, but we were unsuccessful. The dream cuts to the ship completely sunk with me trying to stay afloat in rough, choppy waters in the middle of the ocean. I was holding Stanley's fishbowl in one arm and trying to tread water with my other arm and legs; I was having a lot of trouble. Stanley told me to drop his bowl and to let him swim next to me, but I refused. I remember constantly being worried about sharks, but I told myself that sharks wouldn't come to the surface with water this rough.
The dream cuts to me waking up on my back still in the middle of the ocean- except it is night. The sea is calm. I must have gotten exhausted and fallen asleep, managing to float on my back as I was knocked out. I was no longer holding Stanley's bowl, and I couldn't find him anywhere. I started to dog paddle around the area I was floating in to see if I could find him. I was in constant terror at the idea that sharks would swim up and get me, since I know they hunt at night and I was making a lot of movement with my swimming. I was starting to panic when I saw a light shining on the ocean off in the distance. I thought it was a boat so I swam as fast as I could toward it, expecting sharks to come get me the whole time. When I got close, I realized it was a lighthouse connected to a pier. Beyond the lighthouse were lights of a large city twinkling in the dark. I get to the pier in front of the lighthouse and hoist myself up. I just lay there, thanking the heavens that I found this city and that I didn't come across any sharks. I think of Stanley somewhere by himself out in the ocean and become very sad.
The dream cuts to me inside an enormous apartment. I understood that a woman had let me in to stay the night and recoup after my ordeal. Looking out a window, I noticed we were several stories up. The inside of the apartment looked like an enormous mansion (there were large stairs leading to upstairs bedrooms, marble columns in several rooms, a large ballroom with floor to ceiling marble, etc.). The woman was making a bed for me in a guest room and told me to wash up in the bathroom. There were so many rooms that I got lost. I walked in and out of several rooms but didn't find anything that looked like a bathroom. I found the kitchen; inside were open barrels filled to the top with chocolate chip cookies and pieces of white bread. I reached my hand in a barrel and grabbed 3 cookies and 2 slices of bread. I took a bite of the bread but decided it tasted stale, so I just shoved both slices back into the barrel. I also opened the fridge (which was taller than me); inside it was stocked full of vanilla Coke Zero. I quickly took one and continued searching for the bathroom. I get to a room with a large wooden door. When I walk inside I see a man dressed as Santa eating milk and cookies and playing on the computer. I was worried he'd get pissed at me for stealing treats so I hid my can of Coke and my remaining cookie on a bookcase and tried to sneak past him. He immediately turned in his chair and told me to leave. He said he had watched me go through the different rooms and accused me of being a burglar who was scouting the place to steal everything. I was very offended and made my way back to the woman.
I told her that I should leave. She said, "No, you're spending the night! You need rest!" I told her about her husband accusing me of trying to steal everything; I also said that he made for a TERRIBLE Santa (I think this was because I was mad at him). This made her angry, and she called me ungrateful. I started to gather the few things I had with me. When I looked out the window, it was daylight and I had a good view of the water. Since we were so high up, I could see the shadows of the fish in the harbor. I saw HUGE shadows of sharks and stingrays so close to the surface of the water that fins and tails were breaching the surface. I remember thinking that those creatures must've been below me the entire time I was swimming last night and felt lucky to be alive. The woman said that she hoped those sharks were ripping Stanley apart "piece-by-piece" (I think she said this to hurt me since I told her that her husband was a crappy Santa). I said, "What a horrible thing to say" and decided to walk to the shore to see if Stanley had washed up. As I was leaving, the woman said, "I'm sorry, you didn't need to hear that." Then I woke up!
<I have no idea why my dream seemed to reference that Stanley cartoon. I have only watched it a handful of times in my life. I don't think I've seen it in over ten years! Weird. >
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