I was on some sort of submarine that could also be above the ocean. It was some sort of pleasure trip with a lot of people I didn't know, and a few I did. At one point I was looking out the window and saw two huge--incredibly enormous--whales, their backs with numerous fins or scales sticking up like sea monsters. They were keeping pace with our submarine, which was moving at about sixty miles per hour. I wasn't scared, but I was amazed.
Later, I remember being under the impression that our trip was going to take us to some exotic places, like close to Antarctica or something. It would be months long. I was disappointed to find out that when we docked, though, we were merely off the coast of Tacoma, Washington.
