My mom is at home because she said she had to take care of my twin little brothers, which I don’t have, but that’s how these dreams always go. After we have dinner on the deck of the ship, my dad says that he’s going to go for a swim. Now, I’m thinking he means in the palm-tree-shaped pool, but he’s got a different idea. He dives off the boat and disappears into the black water. I freak out and pull an alarm that is conveniently next to our table. The boat stops. I’m screaming, “Help him! He’s in the water! Help!” but everyone keeps on saying, “He’s gone, Abbey. We need to get going or we’ll miss the Northern Lights,” which also makes no sense. I see something in the water; I think it’s him so I throw a life ring overboard and wait for tension to hit the rope. Nothing. The engines start up and we slowly pick up speed again. I never stop screaming for him. I’m crying and screaming, but no one seems to care. I finally wake up from this dead-dad nightmare when “Here comes the sun”
