I dreamed of boarding the Titanic last night. I was terribly underwhelmed by the whole thing. Or, perhaps, overwhelmed. It felt as though it was a prison boat, taking me back to America, where I would live the rest of my life going to an endless string of parties, making inane conversation with people I could barely stand.
Obviously knowing the fate of the ship here makes the whole thing more ominious. The Ship of Dreams indeed.
I also woke up to my first gift from my dreams on my nightstand: A first class ticket to the Titanic.