021013 Recently dreamed I was going to prison. Dread, disbelief, gnawing. Sense of "payback." Then more recently, the dream where I was the only civilian on the ship. They were all in grey uniforms; I was wearing red/orange street clothes. It was allowed, there was some reason for my being there--I was some kind of passenger but more like a ward, less than a full man. I had taken this trip before. But I told my brother that I couldn't do it anymore, it just wasn't feeling right, and in the last instant as the great freighter was pulling out of the harbor, I made a jump for it, and missed, and landed in the water. Later, they were looking for me. I had a vague feeling, with the dread starting to creep back in, that I was some kind of fugitive.