DreamingAboutShips

This first one is from 2007. I copied it from my dream journal, so forgive any typos, formatting issues, etc.

I don’t remember any of what led up to this situation, but I was in the bottom hold of an old style boat, like in pirate movies, those huge wooden boats. It was full of water, though the hold area was almost completely empty. It was dark mostly except for an area in front of me.
I swim down to it, trying hard to get there and realize it’s a young man. In the dream I get a strange feeling from him, that normally he isn’t one of the good guys but here he is in just as much trouble as me, as we are sinking into the ocean FAST. He has some sort of light, sort of golden/amber in his hands, just a glowing ball of light, and his light brown hair is waving around him in the water. I can hear him talking to me from the barrel he is sitting on.
He says something about how you can tell this isn’t a Disney movie because of THIS - at that point he motions around him and you can see many bodies around him in a circle, some by his hand, others really really old. There is jewelry EVERYWHERE, it’s all around him, and in his hands. He’s cramming pills into his mouth.
As I get closer, the ship tilts everywhere, it creaks like whale song, and I understand somewhat of what he meant. He was trying to say that we were going to die, this isn’t a movie, but that the pills in his hand would stop us from drowning, at least he thought. It was enough of a shot for me. I swam up to him, took some from his hand, and ate two of them. As I did, I remember seeing in my mind a picture of myself trying to swim back up to the surface and drowning in minutes, miles from the surface; the point of no return for sure.
He smiles and it’s clear I’ve gotten too close. It feels like he’s behind me, and I feel a hand on my shoulder. His other hand is out in front of me and he’s showing me jewelry he’s got all lined up. They are all various types of stones and he’s listing the names of them off in my ear. I only remember Ammonite and Muscovite. As he gets further down the list, I can feel his breath on my ear, and I suddenly get the pretty clear idea that, in taking those pills, I’ve become a sort of un-dead bride of some sort, or something like that.
Weird. It was another instance where upon waking I still clearly remember and feel his breath on my ear, like he was right behind me, and knew he was smiling, just like in another dream I’ve had that I’ve chalked up to a past life memory.
I saw amethyst, certainly moonstone again, and definitely some rose quartz. Everything was round or in ovals, and all was shaped in silver, except for one piece of a metal I don’t remember the name of. It was very colorful and shaped like a triangle