I had finally convinced mum to go to a bush doof (outdoor psytrance party) like I'd always wanted her to. I had gone there myself though with my friends Jim, Lani, Levi and others. We set up camp in amongst the tall trees off across some beautiful green grass field between the party and the camp. We were partying on into the night and it was tonnes of fun. My mum was off her face and I was sober but vibing off everyones happiness and love as usual. My mates were tired and went off to sleep, I stayed up with mum and just kind of mingled around.
At this stage I was trying to explain to mum where our camp was by pointing and showing her across the field…but then all the other doofers still out with us started slowing down and looking over there too. What they were looking at was further off in the distance though…behind the camp site appeared the ocean, distant land and mountains, with a beautiful sunset background, and in front of them were pirate ships! They were moving swiftly by the island, and I obtained binoculars to get a closer look. They were beautiful, patchwork patterns, each with different colour schemes. Myself and others would exclaim the colour schemes out loud in awe of their beauty…."ahhh pastel", "oooo rainbow"; all sorts! It was truly beautiful and captivating. Something had changed where I was so I looked back towards the crowd and I realised that we were all suddenly inside our own pirate ship! The ship we were in began moving in the direction to which I was seated backwards from. Everyone was kind of intrigued, just as I was, and we began to move so fast that I realised we were in a rapids river. Faster and faster, we started to realise that this was no ordinary pirate ship ride. The panic on peoples faces became noticeable, and then the ship began falling backwards behind me; we were falling down a massive waterfall. I myself was pleased to be unseeing of what was to come, kind of unaware of any impending doom.
Everything slowed down in time from there. I believe the presence of my mum was still there, but I couldn't see anybody but a couple of people as we dove into water, this time with the tip of the ship being the direction I was facing. Throughout it all there was one person that stood out to me, sitting directly facing me at the opposite end of the ship, who was now gripping to the boat sinking in slow motion. This female-type figure was sinking much deeper than I was, being at the opposite end to where I was (and yet looked so close to me). She was staring into my eyes as I was staring into hers in the last few moments before we plunged into the ocean, and as we were sinking. I knew that everyone else beside us had given up and assumed their death was awaiting them. I however thought that I still had options and began to think, in slow motion, through them. Did I want to die this tender death, drowning slowly and peacefully? Or did I want to attempt to swim up, towards the surface, hoping to reach it in time to gasp for air.
I decided to swim up.
I was employing my best swimming technique to use little energy, but make great distance, thinking slowly about how my calmness and clarity was now more than ever becoming my saviour. I was nearing the surface and I knew I would make it, but for some reason the dream faded into the next scene, which happened to be a recap of the entire party once the survivors, including myself, had begun telling their story. I relived moments, all from my perspective but suddenly taking notice of others specifically around me. I realised that massive publicity had come from this, and it turns out, the person whom I was connecting with on the ship, the female figure directly across from me, was a celebrity of some sort, and she had also survived. I knew nothing of my mother, but it never really phased me. And my dream ends there.