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I was on the Titanic as it was sinking, which was not during the night. For a while, this was a combination between a documentary and actual experience. People began madly packing into escape boats, and weighing them down, etc. Only three boats full of people were able to get away, and I was lucky enough to be on one of them. As we were traversing the ocean, there were two incidents where we came very near and eventually passed a giant freight ship of some sort. We ignored them, and they ignored us. The boat I was in was always in front leading the way. The boat that remained in back eventually went under. Our loss of that boat was reminiscent of having a soldier shot down right next to you as you are sprinting with him on the battlefield. After a short while, we encountered hundreds or even thousands of beat-up unoccupied small boats floating motionlessly. The scene was grim, as though these boats were dead bodies. We were somehow able to travel right over all of them. We reached a large gate, like something you would see at a gladiator arena. This represented the end of the ocean. We exited through the gate, and went onto mud. We were at what appeared to be the remnants of some small carnival. The sky was gray and there was no sign of life, except in a large animal cage. Trapped inside was a princess, who was played by Cameron Diaz. At this point, my boat, and the other remaining boat that was with me, was no more. Instead, my boat was represented solely by me, and some guy represented the other boat. This guy and I had to give Cameron Diaz the bad news about the Titanic. I simply could not annunciate the words, and the guy had difficulty as well. When I glanced at her amidst my struggle in articulation, she briefly appeared to be a small donkey. I began spitting some particles of previously eaten food onto the mud.