Illusions

We were on a boat, it was bright orange and looked like the kind of boat people take whale watching or one of those boats on the side of a huge cruise ship that is blown up with air and will supposedly save you if the cruise ship that weighs like 225000 gross tons, and yet somehow floats on water (I don't even know how to float on water), sinks. However, it had a motor, one that ran pretty fast. We were jumping the waves speeding out to sea, about 20 feet from us two sharks go swimming by. My heart jumps. "Don't worry," she said," they could never catch this boat, we will be long gone." We keep speeding out towards the high seas jumping higher and higher off the waves. I certainly didn't feel comfortable, my hands were hurting from holding on and the most important person on the boat was flying up and down about ready to fall off. "Hang on" I yell. The woman in charge is blond and tall, she's wearing some kind of Patagonia clothing, either way it looks expensive and somehow very appropriate for what we are doing. The waves settle and I see an ice burg about 30 yards ahead. I assume we are going to dock ourselves on the left side of the ice burg which looks flat and less rocky. The sharks by now are far back, "even if they saw us," I thought, "they could never catch up." The boat slowed down and was making its way around the ice burg. "We will have to set up here if we want to examine their culture." I looked up the ice burg and closer to its tip there were small very hairy animals laying out in the sun. I couldn't quite tell what they were, but they didn't take notice of us. I was worried they would spy us and ruin what we came all the way to accomplish. In order to dock the boat we all had to jump out and swim to shore. The others climbed the ice burg and went right leaving us so they could arrange camp further up the ice burg. The blond haired leader and I pulled the boat onto the ice burg to dock it. All the sudden I heard the loud growling of another engine. I grab the leaders arm and pull her into a crevice in order to hide us from whoever was coming around the corner. The boat edged slowly around the ice burg, obviously looking for someone. The driver of the new boat looked directly in our path and made a sort of face, as if he saw something, but wasn't quite sure. The motor stopped and the driver got out, still peering in our direction. I thought for sure he had seen us, but then he turned. I was amazed, how could he have missed us? On his way back to his boat he spots the bright orange boat which we used to get to the ice burg. He reached in his pocket and took out his knife and sliced the boat, leaving us with no transportation out. "I won't let you get close again," the driver said to the blond leader. As he said this he looked back in our direction. After destroying our boat he put the knife back into his pocket, hopped back into his still running boat, and sped away. I was devastated, it was late afternoon and I was cold.

I woke up. It was morning and it was sunny.