…that my yacht was running down-wind surfing at top speed over the giant waves just a few miles off the coastline. With both hands steadily on the tiller the vibration from the rudder spread all the way down to my wet toes and made me feel warm all over in spite the cold spray hitting me violently and more or less constantly. The dawn was still an hour away so I could not see much in the poor moonlight shining through to the lee-side of the main-sail. The moon was almost full but temporarily hiding behind my main-sail so the deck and cockpit were just barely reflecting the blue light in a mysterious way and the breaking waves around me were glistering with a cold, bluish sparkle. I checked the compass and the distance to the coastline and noticed we were well on course but not yet able to spot the Lighthouse at Eddystone Rocks. Then all of a sudden I heard a strange noise like ‘TWANG’ and felt a shaking going through the hull and looked up at my bottom-reefed main-sail. The ship started rocking from side to side and was finally leaning over at lee-wards in a spectacular and very inconvenient way and I shouted: ALL HANDS ON DECK at the top of my voice to wake up my crewmates…. And that's when I woke up finding myself lying on the floor beside the bed and the misses looking down at me asking what in the whole world was going on. I mumbled something unheard and went to the bathroom to empty my overfilled bladder and then back to bed where I finally managed to fall asleep again after a while and dreamt that…….

(Not sure if CdM had a dream about me waking up in a small stone cell with no windows or not. I presume he had as he is submitting his lines here though he may just have dreamt that he was awake and then submitted in his sleep??)

... I was in the small stone cell again, accompanied by CdM and Marc, which is odd as I have no idea what either of them looks like. Oddly they were both asleep, and CdM was snoring. I started clapping my hands to try and wake them up, but to no avail. I shouted at the top of my voice - no avail. I prodded the two sleepers, kick them, sang the national anthem right in their ears... but all to a quite singular lack of avail. So I gave up, went over to CdM's side of the cell because he's right, found myself a bit of space to lie down and dozed off. I dreamt...

... I saw a foreign land
And rode a foreign steed
Her lilac mane; my crimson hand
The colors interbleed
A jagged face of endless chalk
To match our hair unkempt
As I in sleepless saddle rock
And by and by I dreamt...