dream journal, death mention, thallasophobia, drowning Show more
It was all on a ship. I was an agent, something was going to destroy the freighter and send it sinking. I failed. I was the only one that got off, swimming in the open ocean. But I didn't give up. I swam back down, desperately trying to get the ship back up. There were pockets of air that I used to try and save people that were still alive. The pockets filled with water after I left, and they'd die. I never found a way to get the ship back afloat. I was alone in the last air pocket. I never even found out who did it.
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