Northern Pacific 10 Feb 2012 18:23 07N13 143W06
The north pacific tradewinds are boisterous right now, and it looks like they’ll be at it till we reach Hawaii, in the next week or so. Silver Lining has acquired this galloping gait, maybe similar to a mare in heat leaping over evenly spaced logs in a field of angry wasps. This pace affects all of our waking moments…even our sleeping moments are impacted, as Frank, Logan and I realized, comparing dreams in the cockpit this morning.
So I had dreamed that I was stuck in one of those mall shops with the massage chairs. At first I was ready to relax into a nice massage, but the hideous blue vinyl chair had “shove” mechanisms installed, so that when I sat and relaxed, it shoved random parts of my body upward away from the chair: my head, my arms, my feet, my butt, each launched independently. I woke up trying to figure out how to tell the salesman that I really wasn’t interested.
Logan dreamed he was a member of the Cirque de Soleil acrobat team. He was flying through hoops and walking on the tightwire, when his team mates jumped on the wire sent him flying twisting turning through the lines and nets. He woke up when his wire broke, and he landed on the cabin sole…where he’d been sleeping.
Frank dreamed he’d been tossed by gangsters into the trunk of their get-away car. And they went speeding away from the cops, fishtailing around sharp city blocks, and racing through alleys filled with potholes bouncing him airborn. He was sleeping in the aft cabin bed, where the movement of the boat has a more enhanced up and down, and side to side movement.
Kennan claims he’s not had any dreams. We’re actually not sure he’s even slept, whenever any of us checks up on him, he’s deeply engrossed in another book. Is it possible to sleep read?
xoxomo