Admiral of the Sea

11/16/07 - Friday Night

I was in a massive sea battle, involving futuristic navel ships of all sorts (some hovering above the water, some in the water). The water was choppy from storm, and far off I could see a beach. The more I looked, the more I realized that the beach had a sort of fake cardboard backdrop appearance. Suddenly it seemed I was in a gigantic water-filled diorama, God-Like children looking over the edges of the sky painted walls. A missile, launched from the direction of beach, took my attention away from the sky-sized heads. It slowly filled my vision, as if I was a camera, and the missile was aimed straight at the lens. Suddenly, I was in the water on a small personal sized rubber raft, giant crafts battling around me in rough seas. I knew I was an admiral of the U.S. Navy, and approached the side of a small American destroyer-class ship. I shouted up to let me aboard, but those on the deck laughed and swiveled a huge machine gun down on me. They fired, sinking my raft. They had betrayed me for some reason. I swam to another nearby American raft, which was fleeing the destroyer that had just sank me. The destroyer wasn't giving chase, though, more interested in the battle around us. I drug myself onto the raft and stood. A man loudly protested, saying I would get them killed by the destroyer, and plus, the raft was at capacity. At this, I pulled out my pistol and shot the man in the chest. He looked stunned, as he pitched over backward and fell into the dark waters. I asked if anyone else had a problem. Suddenly two men began to wrestle me for the gun. It went off during the struggle, shooting a hole in the floor of the large rubber raft. They stopped abruptly, and one of them shouted "you've killed us all! There's to many of us! We'll sink!" I said "you're absolutely right," and began randomly shooting and pushing people into the water. Most jumped freely, afraid of being shot. Freed of all the excess weight, I plugged the hole as best I could, and made towards land. At some point, I reached shore and began walking. I had no idea where I was (whether I was on hostile territory, neutral, or friendly). To my left I saw a house being built, filled with construction workers. I walked up to the foreman and asked him where I was. There was a moment of fearful recognition upon his face as he saw my uniform, before recovering and stating that I was in friendly territories. Suspicious, I began to look around as they went back to work. I spied a clock, and as I was in the navy and familiar with time and time zones, I knew where I was, and that he was lying. I then proceeded to empty the rest of my gun, killing those around me. When I ran out of ammo, I picked up a nail gun to finish the job. I then exited out the side of the house, hopped a fence, and climbed a small hill, looking back once before the dream ended.