The Best Dream Ever!

I was on a boat – a large sailboat – and I was fishing. The water was so clear that I could see down into it for a long way. I caught a fish, but a larger fish caught my fish, and I was watching them both under the water. There was something odd about the larger fish. As I slowly reeled in the line, I finally realized that the larger fish wasn't a fish at all, it was a turtle. I thought at first it was a snapping turtle and I was afraid, but as I pulled it in closer, I saw that it was a sea turtle, with a gentle mouth, and it (she) was beautiful. She let go of the fish and I dangled the lure in front of her again, hoping to entice her to catch hold of my line. I really wanted this beautiful creature to stay up near the surface just long enough for me to take a picture of it. I didn't want to harm her, just get her to stay long enough for me to reach my camera. I fumbled one-handed to open the case and push the power button. Of course, by the time the camera was ready, the turtle had gone under the boat. I walked through the boat, hoping to spot her on the other side. But I came across the dive pool and there she was, swimming gracefully in this clear calm pool. Oh, she was gorgeous!

The dream shifted slightly and she was caught inside of a submerged car. I had to help her. (I don't know if I was underneath the water or not. If I was, I had no trouble breathing). I reached inside the car and gently wiggled her to free her from whatever the obstruction was. Her shell came off and I lifted it out and placed it carefully on the ledge beside me. Then I reached for the body of the turtle; but now, she wasn't just a turtle – she was a turtle-girl. Now I really saw her face. Looked into her eyes. She was alive and sentient and oh, so beautiful. I had to be careful. Her body wasn't meant to be touched – hence the shell. She was able to get free of the car on her own and she swam up to the ledge and asked for her shell back. I held it in the water while she wriggled into it. Then she let me take her picture and swam away. I was awed; I felt so privileged to be able to not only see her, but help her and even share a moment with her. I wish my words could convey the emotion. I've felt fear before in dreams, and pain; I've given birth, been lost, been in run-away cars – but this is the first dream I can recall ever with such positive emotion and depth of feeling. The beauty; the serenity; the feeling of utter peace and completeness. Wow.

New shift in the dream. I go back on deck. I want to fish some more, because that was such a positive experience. But now the deck is covered in flies. Big black ones. They aren't too scary, though, because their wings are fragile and they look like if they tried to fly, the wind would carry them away. So I walk through them (where they are covering the deck) and go to the side of the boat, where there are 2 steps down to the water's edge (long steps, like bleachers – they run the length of the boat). That's when I notice the flies have landed on me! There are 6 or 8 on my right arm and a couple on my left and a bunch all over my legs. I'm disgusted and a little freaked. I brush them off as quick as I can. I've been bitten a couple of times – 2 or 3 bites on my right arm and 2 or 3 on my right leg. The bites don't hurt, but still, I don't want to fish here anymore. I want to go back to the dive pool where it was calm and peaceful.

Another shift. The boat has been apprehended by pirates. Modern-day pirates. We have been told to gather together in the hold. I'm walking there slowly; but as I'm walking, I'm looking out to sea. The pirate ship is tethered to a large rock that sticks up out of the sea and it is circling this pinnacle. Our ship is tethered to the pirate ship but we aren't moving. The view is static. I look to my left and I know that one of us has escaped. It is the blonde woman I've dreamed of before. She must be in another boat of some kind, but I don't remember seeing one. I just know she's managed to get away before the pirates came on board, and she is going for help. I have the utmost confidence in this woman and the presence of the pirates does not trouble me in the slightest. I know that everything will be fine.
When I wake up, I don't remember this dream at first. I have other things on my mind. But as soon as I ask, “Didn't I dream last night?” - I start to remember. And the more I recalled the dream, the better I felt. I feel awesome right now. Energized and happy. This was the best of the best dreams ever! And the ending doesn't trouble me in the slightest. My focus is not on the flies or the pirates, but on that timeless moment in the pool with the turtle-girl.