My Nightmares

As a child I used to have nightmares of orange oceans, with the shallows surface being covered by dead seaweed. The dreams would always start with me crawling along side support beams on a small shed that used to be at my childhood home. Instead of dirt lining the floor the floor dropped quite far down, being like a makeshift docking area for ships. since I was high up, I would have to shimmy across the beams to the sea below. When I would finally get there, I'd drop down into water, dead seaweed was up to my chest, I would walk past an old concreate factory that had rusted chain linked fences. I would walk out to my savior a yellow life raft. I would sit in the raft as the rusty ocean took me further and further out to sea. eventually the Raft fails, and I sink. below the waves are countless behemoth shadows I couldn't make out. that's when i would wake up. The raft would always sink, and I never learned from my mistakes.