Dream 2016-04-10

I dream that I am forced to travel by submarine. I don’t want to, the submarine is dark and cramped. But the hardest part is getting onto the submarine; you have to squeeze through a thin winding tube, the tube is so narrow that I don’t understand how any human being can get through it alive, but there are tricks. You oil yourself up, you even have to inhale oil, apparently it allows the body’s organs to glide and adapt to the tube. 

Then I am on the submarine, deep under the water surface, strange fish swim past outside. "This wasn’t so bad" I think to myself when there’s a knock on the door. The routine on this submarine is apparently to immediately visitors in, but the process of doing so is dramatic. Everyone prepares by curling up in the fetal position and pressing against the floor. The room fills with water when the hatch is opened. The water should be quickly sucked out, but it doesn’t happen. Seconds tick by, for the others this seems to be routine, but I can’t hold my breath, I feel like I´m dying, I wake up gasping for air. 

I wonder where the dream came from, where I got the submarine from, I can't remember having thought about submarines. I usually can connect things that have happened in life, my thoughts and feelings with what appears when I sleep. I ponder where in life I feel that I need to shrink myself down and squeeze in to fit in.