I had gotten up after my alarms had been going off frequently, and driving to school with Mom in the car. Many cars were in the wrong lane, sometimes I couldn't see for the rear view mirror, and sometimes there were 3 lanes.
Eventually we got to our destination, got out, and the car turned into a lzy boy chair. The british guards who were there remotely activated it's motor and it drove slowly into a parking space. We walked around for a bit, when, for some reason, I realized I was dreaming.
I told my parents this, and then began looking around for something to do. Shortly later, I woke up.
I was on one pirate ship when we docked with another. We had just come back from a strange port about 7 miles northward, where there wasn't supposed to be a port. The other ship was run by our ship's captain's brother.
The crews mingled, and it was a much welcome break. The other captain, however, sneaked around, and soon a bang was heard and our captain fell to the ground. We were mystified until someone suggested that it might have been a gun. So, the captain's brother took over.
He was a harsh ruler, and immediately banned such things as using the clothing drier's fan. He thought that it was unnessecary.
In the center of the ship there were two rectangular pits, each surrounded by 3 people, one by men, one by women. They had to sit there all day long. I, some classmates, and some parents took up residence beside one of theses pits. Shortly afterwards, I went to sleep.