Lost at Sea

I was on a vast modern passenger ship, I guess like a cruise ship.  I was on a deck, looking out, but I couldn’t see very far because we were moving slowly through a dense fog. The fog, and our slowness made me nervous, as though we were dodging icebergs or something. Then, on the other side of the street (because there was actually a road running down the deck of the ship, with shops and streetlamps on the other side), I realized that a man walking by on the sidewalk was actually a well-known actor. I think it was Tom Hanks, except that he was dressed a bit like a classic 30’s gangster. When he saw that I had recognized him, he pulled out a gun and fired at me, but I dodged somehow and ran through a door into the inside of the ship. Once inside the elegant hallway, I didn’t want to attract the attention of the other passengers by running, but I moved as quickly as I could and kept looking over my shoulders, and turning down new corridors in an effort to shake Tom Hanks. I kept going through those rounded ship-type doors and down several flights of enameled metal stairs. By now I was in a more industrial part of the ship, with narrow corridors that went on and on, everything painted white and grey and featureless. I stopped running and tried to calm down, but realized I was lost, and there was nobody around. Then I remembered that I had a message in my pocket this whole time that I had been on my way to deliver to someone important, who was waiting for me in a lounge. I tried to retrace my steps, but it was hopeless. I wandered through passageways and through hatch doors like they have in submarines, and it just got more an more cramped and deserted and industrial looking. Sometimes I could see outside through the portals, but I could never get outside or find any stairways to the upper decks. After exploring for what seemed like hours, I gave in to my despair and slumped against a wall and wept.

(Paul included the text above with the object. It describes the dream he had, which the scrimshaw illustrates. For more details about Paul, these objects, and how they ended up with me, click here!)