I had a dream that I was on a pirate ship under siege.  I was up by the helm with chaos ensuing around me. People were diving, swinging, fighting with a mad abandon all over the ship.  Someone was up in the crows nest, first dropping things on the people below without any discrimination of targets. Then, when his supplies to drop ran out, he began shooting arrows from a small crossbow.

For some reason, logic escaped me and I thought it would be a prime idea to try and get to the other side of the boat.  And then the true nightmare began, I tried to dance through the throng. It was awful. My skills are akin to Elaine from Seinfeld, thumbs, full body jerking and all.  I probably don’t need to say it did not go well. While my mind seemed to think I would suddenly become Disco Girl, the reality was that’s beyond improbable into full blown impossibility.  Less than 8 steps in I was on the deck in a magnificent faceplant that actually made everyone stop and stare for a moment. I raised one hand and they all went back to the frey.

I roll over and look at the sky between the melee and see Bobby, a guy I grew up with.  He’s swinging around on a rope yelling that he would defend me. Weird… Sounds like him, but still…  Weird. He’s in his finest pirate attire and swinging like he’s been doing it his whole life. I manage to get to my feet and try to slink away through the confusion while Bobby starts taking people out with a wooden sword as he swings away.  

I’m on my feet for less than a minute before I get a flying elbow to the face. Falling to my knees, I think maybe crawling will get me there better.  I get about halfway to the other side when I get kicked in the stomach. This is utterly savage I think to myself. The one thing that was a nice revelation was that although I was being hit and kicked and all, it didn’t exactly hurt.  The face thing was more worrisome than painful. I thought about my teeth, then if it might leave a scar. Being kicked, I did feel like I had no breath for a moment, but I recovered quickly. I got back on my knees and kept crawling.

The steps to the upper deck I was trying to get to were block by several people just going completely mental on each other.  People were biting and scratching and swinging as if they were lost in bloodlust. I crawled to the other side but it seemed to mirror the first side.  I then noticed a net leading to the upper deck. I had to have crawled under it but I don’t recall it at all. I get to it and start to climb up.

Just as I’m halfway over the top rail, someone grabs me and body slams me like a wrestler onto the upper deck.  Bobby swings passed and knocks my attackers’ head off with his wooden sword. I give him a thumbs up and he’s off to the other side, swinging away. As I get to my feet and look across the water, I see the other boat assailing our ship.  There is a cannon pointing right at me. Then about a half of a second later, it’s load hits me in the face. Upon its’ impact, I woke up sweating.

I don’t have this one dated, but it’s one of the first in my diary that I started in the spring of 2013.