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One of my strangest dreams occurred earlier this year. I refer to it as "the Ingrid Bergman dream"
I was on a medium-sized ocean liner in the early 19th century, accompanied by a number of people most of whom I can only vaguely remember, barring the captain and a woman bearing a strong resemblance to Ingrid Bergman, wearing a large ostentatious hat as women were to do in such days. The resemblance likely had to do with my having watched TCM the night prior
This particular dream was in black and white, quite like an old movie, with splotches of color here and there. The man I was alternated between myself and a young man who was also traveling aboard the vessel. There were very few women. The distinct impression that this vessel pertained to the military was hard to shake. Ingrid was a widow with two children, male and female
As so frequently occurs in film and literature, people on the vessel began dying in strange ways. I can't remember precisely how many died, but I was treated to a third person view of some of their deaths, framed as a sort of flash-back as the captain went over them. One young man was pushed from a high place and fell to his death on the deck
This whodunit quickly developed into the captain blaming Ingrid. I defended her like one of those chivalrous protagonists, though it easily could have been the young man whose body I inhabited, which I could alternatingly see in third-person. The thought of a woman of her station having committed such crimes was unthinkable, but the captain was resolute
Some gaps... and then, in the grand climax, I, or the young man, lied sputtering black blood on my or his back, all the others having met their unfortunate ends earlier in one way or another. Ingrid rushed over to cradle my head as a rescue team boarded the vessel. "I trusted you." I asked her why she did it as my voice began to give out, and she spoke like Bergman did as she kissed me passionately, "I lahv you, dahling! Kiess me! I lahv your blood"
