Nonetheless, I’m going to mention one of mine. Don’t worry, not in detail.

Basically, it was the most action-packed dream I’ve ever had. It involved escaping somewhere or someone, one or two of my friends were with me. There was driving, flying, and I think there was a section in space aboard the International Space Station. I possibly parachuted back to Earth, I don’t quite remember. There was also a running gun battle and at least one exploding car.

The only part that really stuck with me was the end, though, because it was awesome. I had escaped whatever I was escaping, and was feeling very victorious and happy with myself.

And, without explanation, I was standing at the bow of a viking longboat, looking proudly out to sea. The rest of the dream had roughly linked together, but suddenly, my brain had decided that we needed a closing scene, and fast, because I was starting to wake up. And that’s what it came up with.

I hate it when people look for symbolism in dreams, and I’m not about to start that nonsense now, but damn, that’s a sweet ending that clearly says that I’m as awesome as I think I am.