Dreams

For a while I kept having repetitive dreams. In one, people tried to embrace me, hug me, and I would scream and run and panic as if they were committing murder.
The other one was more interesting. I would arrive to an unknown port. I would step off of a miniature cruise ship. There would be other people with me, including my parents, and the first thing we all did was look into the green blue waters of the floridian bay. We would all ooh and ahhh at the fish swimming underneath the layers of salty blue and then someone would scream "shark" or "catfish!" or something dangerous and everyone would get scared and I would jump before anyone could stop me into the bay, with all my clothes gripping my body, and poofing out like balloons at the same time. And I would hear my mom say something like "come back!" but I never lifted my head out from the water. I then would swim with my eyes open, until  I had the realization that I wasn't in the bay anymore, sink into me. I was swimming upstream and the water got shallower and shallower until I wasn't really submerged in water any more at all, and was forced to lift my head. I would stand up and realize that I was in the middle of Duck Creek. Dissapointment would pierce my insides, and then I'd be awake, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling.

God, teach me contentment.