Dream Warriors

I've been plagued by some bizarre night terrors in the past few days, climaxing in the best of them last night. In reality, I'm sleepng in a thin bottom bunk. It's perfectly comfortable, but where my head and shoulders are, it's enclosed on all sides - necessary for efficient ship design. If I move both arms outwards, my elbows touch the sides easily.

On the second night, I dreamt I had woken up in a coffin. I'm not sure if I was asleep or awake, but I pressed all the walls, but find no escape. In a panic, I pushed out hard to the right, and was very much awake when I hit the floor. Even at the time, on the floor, I found this quite amusing.

On the next night, I dreamt I was stuck in a pipe of some description - probably the pipe that Sigourney Weaver's Ripley uses in the classic and brilliant Aliens - and without panic, I started to work my way down the pipe in the direction of my feet. I woke up, in a scrunched up ball at the foot of the bed.

And last night was the climax. During our stop at Toro, I had had a good walk around the fishing boats. I woke up to find myself trapped in a box. I presumed this to the container piece on a fishing boat, where, I guess, they keep the fish alive in pool of water. I did not want to be there. I started banging on the lid of the container, shouting that I was trapped inside. To my great relief, I heard a voice from outside. I thought this was a fishermen's kid, and guessed he wouldn't speak English, but with more banging and shouting, I presumed he'd understand that I wanted to get out. Thirty impatient seconds later, the fisherman's son had not opened my tomb, and I was not pleased. A few moments later, I noticed that the voice has French accent. Then, I seemed to wake up and catch sight of Pascale, and further down, Wolf.

The next night, I slept with my torch tethered to my arm.