Not the yellow submarine...

I had the strangest dream last night. Me and my co-workers were all drafted and serving on a submarine that was going to war. I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to be doing, where anything was. It was an overwhelming, profound sense of displacement. Being in this craft was more like being in some sort of speed boat, that was how fast we were moving through the water. And then at one point there was something like shoreleave. and we're in Ohio somewhere, and these normal families open their houses to us to spend the night. Usually I understand my dreams, what the metaphor is, what the message is, what input to my brain inspired the output, but this one is just out there.