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      <title>Work Trip</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;On a trip for work. Its between a shore and an island. Have to take a ferry
around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There’s some weird fighting activity where we have to sneak up on something and
another team has to defend it. I’m not too into it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One guy keeps following me around, even though I try to lose him on the
elevator.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ludia is on the island. Maybe part of another group. She starts throwing cats at
me, all black cats, as a joke. I’m weirded out; I dont have to be on the island
so I decide to try and get back to shore. I think I can swim it so I jump off
the ferry, a big dive, but someone says I might hit the propeller so I cancel it
and wait till we get closer to shore, I can just jump off directly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I see another team in misery, I guess they’re signing some sort of legal
documents.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <title>Overboard</title>
      <link>https://alecsalces.com/dreams/2026-05-15-overboard/</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I dreamt that I was part of administration on a sea vessel and I took sick days
for my ailment. Maybe me and a few other officers it seemed like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There’s a cultural event where we set prisoners free, but its mainly for show
because they dump coffins overboard all chained up and then go unlock them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The captain seems to have disliked our sick day usage because she made us
prisoners, having grumbled on about productivity numbers, but seems to have
forgotten about the event that would release us. She’s reminded, almost lectured
on decorum by someone else. Grudgingly she accedes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m locked in a coffin alongside others. We’re assured that the unlocking never
goes wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The coffin chain is dumped overboard, and in the moment I feel I have lots of
time to hyperventilate and hold breath before hitting water.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Underwater, in dreaming fashion, I am at no risk of actually drowning, but like
you might do when watching a movie I hold my breath to see if I could make it
back to the surface. I awake gasping.&lt;/p&gt;
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