I went on a cruise ship for a vacation with my exboyo JP. We kept searching the neverendingly huge decks for our room, but the numbers on the ticket changed everytime. JP got tired and frustrated, and just gave up and clung to my leg. I drug him around for a while, undaunted, still in pursuit of our room.
There were lots of other people hanging around on the decks. Some were hanging out in the rooms or by the rails, and some were searching for their rooms like me.
Eventually i tired of JP and left him in a public room in order to keep searching. I asked various people who seemed to work for the cruise line. They were helpful, but they weren't much help. I ran into an old guy who i started talking to about the myths of Atlantis. I had the most fun talking to him.
among the first of some JP dreams. i tend not to dream of current boyfriends, but apparently exes are an okay topic for my subconsciencious. this dream just proves how he was tiring and dragging me down with the burden of himself. i carried him for a while, but it became too much of a personal burden. So i freed myself to find the truth.
JP and i did go on a cruise together with our parents for my graduation present 3 years ago, but it was much better than in my dream. the conversation about Atlantis is ironic since JP once made a big deal about it, but i popped some of his dreams by explaining how it could be a half-sunken island in the Aegean from the time of the Minoans. it was taught to me by the dean of history at my school, and he got very sore at this truth. oh well, sucks to be him.