The water all around me was slashing into my face making it hard for me to see and breath. I held on desperately to a piece of floating wreckage I had some how manage to swim to. Resting my head on the floating piece of wood, sure I wasn't going to make it I felt something touch my foot. Panic swam through out my body like a tsunami. I didn't look down afraid of what I'd see.
I laid my head back down on the board. The ripple of the ocean soothing but at the same time sickening at the same time. I felt sick to my stomach all of a sudden. I felt the vomit come out of my mouth, but I didn't have the strength to move my head away from the vomit filled water. As the vomit twirled out into the open water I began to smell jet fuel in the air. I looked up in the air looking for the plane but saw nothing.When I looked back down from the cloudless sky I saw a boat. But not just one boat, more than a dozen! There were tug boats, fishing boats, oil takers, pirate ships, cruise ships, and for some strange reason the Titanic sat in the sanctum of ships and other boats.
As I looked over the ghostly ship I became aware of the other people floating in the water with me. They were all screaming, crying, and begging for help. But the boat's had began to move away from us. My heart sank as I watched the boat's drift away. And before I knew it panic once again filled my heart when I pulled under water. And every thing went back.
Authors Note: This is a recurring dream I've been having lately, and I feel all dreams have a reason. It's just the reason for this one is still in murky water.