dream sequence B

The cruise ship was huge, wood decked flooring from feet to infinity. The wood perfectly parallel and with an almost Satsuma luminescence. The deck was surrounded by a black ship with a distinct border but a fuzzy outline. The velvet purple sea span out forever with millions of mini snow peaks scattered across the water. until the bruise blue sky slashed it clean through.

The breeze tugged at each lock of hair as the wind streamed past, the resultant appearance that could only be described as Sven. Oddly, everything around the ship seemed still, like when dead people come to visit.

“everything will be okay” I said, (while making nonsensical buzzing sounds, that everyone knew the meaning of) while clutching a dagger, two scars on my cheek and facing sideways with a grimace on my face.

I repeated this pose infinitely, and it seemed to be the cool thing to do each time.

The sharklike demon soared out of the sea, it was black also (like the ship) but had multicoloured iridescent scars. Hundreds and thousands of scars. And then went crashed just as quickly back into the water.

There was panic. Except for me.

“everything will be okay” I said, (while making nonsensical buzzing sounds, that everyone knew the meaning of) while clutching a dagger, two scars on my cheek and facing sideways with a grimace on my face.