I've been wondering why the concept of an ocean seems difficult to grasp while dreaming. Most of the time we're sailing on tiny city ponds, or a creek that's just too small to support Bika's size.
Often the boat is following roads, slicing through asphalt without any problems. There are people around. And houses. It could be all the rivers and canals we've been through in Scotland, Canada and USA, but why asphalt?
My last dream was about sailing through a field of yellow flowers. It was a pleasant dream, and Bika was going good and steady.
But the flowers changed, and the weather, too. I could see the boat getting heavy. Why so heavy? And then we got tangled up in some kind of weed. It wasn't fun any more.