Like most people, I do have a few recurring dream themes. My least favorite is the band dream. In this dream, for some reason I have to go back to high school marching band, usually band camp. I was really fucking sick of band by the time I graduated but was too fucking stubborn to quit. (And no, I never did that with my clarinet.)
But the most frequent dream subject that I can think of is the Titanic. For those of you who don't know, the Titanic is a lifelong obsession for me. From the time I was a small child, I've been fascinated by it. You couldn't write a story that good -- remember the Onion headline, "World's Largest Metaphor Hits Iceberg and Sinks"? The first time I saw the movie (and yes, I do like the movie, don't try to make me feel like a Philistine over it), I barely paid attention to the movie itself because I was too busy nitpicking. Once in the Titanic exhibit (even though I disagree with the salvage efforts, I've been more than once, once with a friend and once with my mom), an actress playing one of the survivors was flustered to discover I knew more about her character than she did. But once again I digress. (Digressions are fun aren't they?)
So yes, the Titanic. I dream of the Titanic often. Inevitably it sinks. Once it was even salvaged, made seaworthy, and hit an iceberg in the North Atlantic and sank a second time. Sometimes I'm on board, other times I'm watching from a distance.
I dreamed about the Titanic again last night. This time it had sunk in a mountain lake, of all places. I was there to explore the wreckage, I think. I have no idea what this could mean.
I don't think I've ever gone down with the ship though.