Pirates and Lost Loves

I was on a pirate ship, a very small one. I learned that the pirates in charge of the boat I was on were hostile, so I jumped out of the vessel to find that I could stand in the water. The water was only about thigh-deep. I remember wondering how the ship was traveling in such shallow water, then remembered the ship had been made of cork.

I yelled at one of the pirates who helped me escape saying, "Your ship is fast and light, may the winds carry you to better fortunes." He gave me a gruff nod, he never did speak much, and with that I raised my hands.

I was suddenly wearing new clothes, like that of a gypsy or a shaman, with lots and lots of jangling jewlery. Then I called for the wind and before I could finish my chant, another small ship came into the cove we were located in. This ship was very colorful with beautiful blue sails that seemed to be embedded with crystals, and it's crew was as equally impressive. But I was not impressed, for I knew these people, I could see that they were cannibals, and made my escape.

I got to the beach, never looking back and climbed the small cliff that towered over the short sandy shore. Every inch of the climb, my jewelry jangled and chimed, and when I got to the top, the wind thrust my hood back and blew with such ferocity I braced myself, preparing to be blown back down the cliff. But instead of falling, I heard a voice carried in the wind.

"Young one, seek ye the wedding ring that is lost."

And with that the wind died to a pleasant breeze. I was confused, but brushed my confusion aside, making my way to the crevice between two grassy hills, where a small creek was softly gurgling. I waded into the ankle deep water, it was ice cold, but I couldn't stop. With my hands, I turned over every rock, looking for the ring. After a long while I threw myself onto the bank and huffed in frustration. This task was impossible.

I remember reminding myself to write about it as my status on facebook.

But just then a glimmer caught my eye, and I crept towards a small shiny object, caught just right in the sun. It was the ring I had been searching for. Now to find the owner. I sensed that the owner was a man. A young man, about my age, with a big burly beard.

I needed to find him.

Crawling back up the hill, a person, dressed in black fell down past me. Rolling and flailing out uncontrollably, until he finally came to a stop just before the stream. I went to him, my jewelry ringing out all the while, and turned him about so he was resting on his back. One look at his face and I knew he was the one. I was afraid he would escape once he came to, so I quickly thrust the ring onto his promise finger. And with that he opened his eyes and sighed, "I knew you would find me." And we kissed, a tender kiss with all sorts of sentimentalities fluttering in my heart and mind.

We stood and took each others hand, and walked up the ravine.

And this concludes my dreams from last night.