Had another dream, two actually. I was on an fishing vessel on a stormy night, in the middle of nowhere, trying to track the location of a enemy ship with HHKB stock on board.
There were a bunch of us, everyone armed. In the cold air we finally caught sight of one and prepared to dock beside it and start our exploration of the larger ship.
We made our way across the weathered docking planks and onto the top deck, keeping our eyes open for enemies. No one is around. Suspicious we let down ropes over the side and climbed nearer the base of the vessel, avoiding being heard.
As we climbed lower an expansive all-glass windowed section of the ship came into view, and inside were large open rooms styled with mid-century interior design. Stunned I notice the rooms are all filled with nuns in black habits, lounging about in perfect silence. A creepy sensation runs over my body. From the expressions on the other crew members dangling to the left of me I could see everyone felt the same way.
Making our way back we theorize there must be multiple ships and this was just a decoy. Sometime later this was proven correct as the radar detected a similarly sized ship heading in the same direction, as well as another some distance behind it. These would be the ones we were looking for, and after preparing ourselves more fully we decided on a course of action. The shipment would be ours if nothing went horribly wrong.
The last thing I remember was standing on the deck watching the looming dark silhouette of the ship while the storm spat white foam across the bow.
I wake up, but only before briefly dreaming about another keyboard-related episode which I can't recall. 'Twas an gripping little adventure, haha.
