Be prepared

A short but deeply moving dream. I saw a large beautiful white yacht, drifting on what looked like the Mediterranean Sea in summer. The yacht was gleaming. As I looked a few of the crew were cleaning the deck which already looked clean. Others were eating a meal. Still others were diving off the deck into the sea. Suddenly a wind blew up. The captain assembled the crew and ordered the sail to be raised. No one could remember where the sail was. Eventually they found it and raised it. But it was an old sepia brown sail, faded, mouldy, and ripped. Within a few seconds the wind had simply destroyed it. The dream ended with the yacht still floating aimlessly with no direction.