Dreams of Titanic Porportions

Ba duum SHUUH.

I'm hysterical, really I am. You should read my blog.

Anyway: yes, I had a dream totally about Titanic, the movie. Well, I guess about isn't the right word, since it was totally about me: but Titanic played a major role. This dream exists in two seperate parts, which were connected. You'll see. Here we go.
*Ahem*

PART ONE
In Which Olivia Lives Every Girl's Dream and Plays Rose DeWitt Bukater
The dream begins when I am crawling along the side of someone else's back porch. They live in one of those houses that line West Cliff in Santa Cruz: the big houses, with parts of their architecture built on cliff faces above the Pacific. This house has a wide, beautiful, deck that sticks out beyond the cliff edge and I am inching along the side of it, trying not to look down. I can see into the family room of this house and a friend of mine is there, with her husband and three children. (N.B. I do not, at this point, recognize this friend as anyone in my real life.) I start to pull myself up over the railing and the husband of my friend sees me outside. A jolt of recognition shakes me and he runs outside to me while I practically shout: "Jack! Jack! Jack!"
He pulls me on to the deck, touching my face and arms and hair, dazed, shaken, kissing me and saying, "Rose? You're alive? Rose? Rose?" We hold each other for a moment before his wife, my friend, comes out on to the back deck to say hello to me. We spring apart and my friend takes me into her bedroom, where she is folding laundry, so we can chat. She (I assume) has no idea about me and Jack, and thinks I am there to see her. She talks at me while she folds and her children sit in front of a TV, watching a show about bugs. I am totally not listening to her, but instead thinking about Jack just a hallway away. (N.B. At this point in the dream, this house has become my parents' house. I am sitting on my parents' bed [but not parents' in the dream, friend's in the dream] and Jack is in my parents' [his] living room.) At some point, the bugs start to crawl out of the TV and the children are overjoyed. I am totally grossed out and use it as an excuse to go to the living room.
Jack is sitting on the couch, watching TV but not actually watching it at all. I sit down on the opposite end of the couch, without saying anything. He doesn't look at me but says, with this terrible sadness in his voice, "Please don't sit so far away from me." I move closer to him, until our legs are touching. Then he reaches for me and I move so that I'm straddling him and we kiss. We kiss like this for a while, until I hear the sliding glass door to the porch open. His wife enters the room as we both stop kissing, turning to look at her. It is obvious that she has stood in the dark on the porch and watched us for some time before entering the room. I slowly get off of her husband's lap and she sits in the chair opposite. They pick up conversation and no one mentions what just happened. At all.

Me, right now. I SO need to be working and not blogging.

PART TWO
In Which Olivia Lives Some Particular Men's Dream and Plays Jack Dawson
In this part of the dream, the Titanic has already hit the iceberg. The front half of the boat is totally submerged and pulling the second half of the boat upright, just before it snaps. I am in the submerged portion of the boat, on a very specific mission. I have either seen this movie before or played this video game before, so I know exactly who the bad guys are, what they want, and how to thwart them. I know that in the steerage level of the ship, there is a huge amount of dynamite that the bad guys need. I have a host of incredibly unhelpful and actually hindering characters with me, but I succeed in collecting all the keys the bad guys need and escaping with them. I lose my annoying entourage as more and more bad guys chase me. I am eluding them through this movement that is part swimming (we are in the underwater part of the Titanic) and part parkour, though I think maybe a better description of this is the flying in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. (N.B. I have never had a dream where I fly proper, but I have had a lot of dreams where I fly in this jumping/pushing-off-of-things manner. This form of movement always requires some source of engery and I usually get it from bouncing off of walls and people. Like the way you play with a balloon to keep it in the air.)
I am parkour-ing away from these bad guys when I enter the dining room of the Titanic. I guess this is, somehow, not submerged because the room has tall, beautiful, windows instead of walls and is lit with soft sunlight. There are two people in this room: Sophia Bush and my real life not-so-much-friend, who we will call "Ruth" to protect her identity. I know immediately that Sophia Bush is the ultimate bad guy, and the person that has sent all the other goons that are chasing me. I also know, immediately, that Ruth was the wife in the first part of my dream, except instead of making out with her husband, in this dream I had been stealing her wife. (Played by a woman I work with, oddly enough). I assess the situation and decided I need to get out asap; both women will want to do me harm. I start to try to parkour away and Ruth catches up to me, pulling me down, offering to help me. I refer to her wife, and the pain I've caused her, and she just says, "This is life and death. That doesn't matter now."
I am so relieved, so I hug her and we start to parkour our way out of the room and away from Sophia Bush. We make it to an open window and are nearly home free. I push myself out the window and Ruth suddenly grabs my legs, throwing me to the floor at Sophia Bush's feet. "Here you go," she says. "Have him." (Remember, I'm Jack in this part of the dream.)
Sophia Bush takes me into this dark room, that seems to be above where the grand chandelier should be in the Titanic's dancing hall. Instead of the chandelier, there is a concave in the floor that is filled with thin wire netting. If someone were to fall on to it, the netting would give way and the fall-ee would plummet five or six stories to their death. All around this pit are a panel of old white men, there to judge me. Sophia Bush keeps trying to throw me into this pit but I keep parkouring off of her, trying desperately to stay out of her reach. While she circles the pit and we play a deadly game of keep away, the panel of bad guys tells me my crime.
They describe how I kept their agents away from the dynamite in the steerage of the Titanic; something I will admit to doing because I know it was right. What the panel explains is that their agents were going to use the dynamite to sever the two halves of the Titanic, thereby allowing the back half to remain afloat. It would not have stayed upright for very long, but thousands of people would have survived until the rescue boat arrived if the second half of the Titanic hadn't sunk. I hear what their saying and the truth of it sinks in: I have, inadvertently, killed all of those people.

That's it. That's the end. Crazy, no?