I knew this dream was going to end badly...I'm on the Titanic, the ship lit up like a brilliant constellation, sailing through a cold, dark sea, it's warm and cozy, when we hit an iceberg...
There's the crunching of steel, deep mournful noises throughout the ship, and I'm not too much longer on it, but become a point of view moving across the waves, watching the lifeboats disembark, the ship slowly capsizing, wondering about the people trapped beneath the decks, those who've fallen into the water sink slowly through the sea, their bodies dissolving, until only their clothes come to rest on the sea bottom...
...and those inside, I assure myself, the water's cold, no one will last too long there, the hypothermia, the drowning pressure of the water, it's not such an unpleasant death...
...on the waves dance dozens of yellow and purple sprites, the souls of the recently departed, and I find myself moving south-west, someplace tropical, where the water is sure to be warmer.
(Note: I know the Titanic didn't capsize, but its' a dream...)