Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26873355-20160705234619


 * This is all true... Absolutely none of it is made up. This is all a personal account of my experiences. I am simply speaking of these events to get them off my chest and hopefully find others who have dealt with the same things I have*

Ever since I was young I've always had a strange relationship with water. It's not so much that I'm scared of it but, more so that I just don't feel comfortable around it. I'm alright being around small bodies of water like pools, lakes, rivers, and ponds but, that does not mean I will get in them. Large bodies of water are a no go though. I refuse to be around them, nor do I want anything to to do with them. Same goes for showers, its not that I find the whole process of taking a shower to be long and boring (although I kinda do haha). It's more so that I don't like being under the water for that long.

By this point most of you are probably thinking, "Oh she just has Aquaphobia," and those of you ho thought this are correct to think I am.

(P.S. Aquaphobia is the fear of water for those of you who aren't aware.)

I developed a case of Aquaphopia when I was around the age of eight. This happened when, as ridiculous as it sounds, I almost drifted off into the ocean on a fishing trip with my family and some family friends. This all happened in Florida by the way, which I where I have lived 15 years of my life and recently moved back to about a week ago after living in Las Vegas for a year. It's ironic don't you think? I live in a state mostly populated by water, the exact thing that I dislike. Yeah I know my whole life's a joke lol.

Anyways, we had spent a majority of the day at an island my Dad had drove us off to with his boat. After a while of being out there we decided we were going to pack up and ride back to the harbor so my Dad could get his boat docked and we could all go home. I hadn't yet learned how to swim properly and still had to use arm floaties although it might have been one of those ring floaties that go around your waist. I can't remember if they have a certain term or not lol. Either way, I know I had a floaty on. I feel it might have been the ring floaty but I'm not sure, my memories' a bit jumbled, its been a while after all.

Gosh, I keep getting sidetracked haha but, I just wanna type everything that comes to mind as I write this I can make sure I don't miss anything. Sorry, back to what I was saying; I was at an island, my family packed everything up, it was time to go, I couldn't swim, and I had some sort of floaty on. Moving on, I remember the tide was high and the current was strong that day. My Dad had anchored our boat out around what was probably 12 to 15 meters away from the shore since he couldn't pull it in any closer due to the shallow water. The boat was probably in 4 or 5 foot water where it was anchored. I was only 3 foot something at the time I'm still only 4'10' and ill be 17 in only a few weeks haha. As I was saying, I was the size of a baby and had to walk the ocean floor which was becoming increasingly deeper as I went. Not to mention the water's tide and current was in a state of chaos at the time. Before I knew it, I was about 15 or 25 yards away from the boat and drifting further. I was screaming for help and thank god our family friend's son noticed me and ran through the water in what was a severely less than graceful rescue attempt to come and pull me back to safety and into the boat. I spent the ride back to the harbor thinking about what could have been and where I could have been at that moment if I hadn't been rescued. Needless to say, I literally haven't been on another fishing trip nor on my Dad's boat or even to that harbor ever since.

Now as I said before this is only part my discomfort with water. The other part is what this whole thing was suppose to be about, my dreams.

The first one happened when I was ten or twelve. I was walking the outside deck of a cruise ship; I could see the water rippling as the boat cut through it and sea as far as the eye could see. To my left was the steel railing and to my right was a white wall to the inside of the boat. There were steel portholes on the wall that seemed to stretch across the boat. Below me was oak wood planks that covered the whole ships deck. I could see white deck chairs side by side in the distance towards the front of the ship. The colors white, blue, and brown stick out to me. Also, for some reason, when I remember the dream and that deck, I think of red. I remember feeling so at peace and relaxed. I was overlooking the ocean and that's when the dream ended and I woke up. Now keep in mind I had never been on a cruise ship before or even anything resembling one.

The second dream happened that same year and a few months later. This time I was inside a ship; I don't know if it was the same one... but I get this feeling that it was. I'm walking up a red carpeted staircase with a dark oak wood railing towards a tall man standing behind the banister connected to the stairs. This man is wearing a black suit and tie and a white shirt. He has his arms hanging and his hands knit so that there together in front of his crotch. (Sorry I can't think of a better way to describe how he's standing lol.) Anyway, he's standing there watching me as I walk up the stairs. I feel that I was walking towards him every time I think back to this dream. I feel comfortable and at ease when I think of the man, like I knew him. I'm walking towards him and then I wake up.

The third and final dream happened when I was fourteen. This is the one that invokes my fear of water. It's dark and I can barely see anything. Thousands of stars are above me in the pitch black sky. The moon shines onto the midnight blue water that I'm currently floating in. All around me are planks of wood and half submerged furniture. Its looks like the final scene in Titanic minus the ship and other people; I don't remember seeing those. I'm all alone and I feel that way as well. I'm enveloped by blacks and blues and water... everywhere. That's when the dream ends and I wake up. I haven't had another dream since.

If anyone has a similar story or experience or thinks that they can identify the ship from my dreams please contact me at

lindsey.kinnett@gmail.com

I'll accept feedback of any kind

Thank you for taking the time to read this. 