tidal waves

i had a dream last night that i half-drowned. i was aboard this rickety, wooden ship (i think somewhere around newfoundland) when tidal waves lurched forward out of the sky with their clenched, white fists ready to mince me to bits. i remember the only refuge from these waves was underwater, where everything was so silent and still. the best part? i could breathe underwater for up to 6 hours. i'm still convinced that i see glimpses of my "past" life in my dreams. perhaps i was a sailor in the 16th century. or was i simply sea anenome? i swoon over the idea that we're all indiscernable, even ghostly fragments of the past, present, future. makes me think about which pieces of me will live on even if there is nobody left to remember.