In the dream, I helped to assassinate a terrorist, which made me hated by many people.
Then I was sailing again, living in bunk beds in a crew mess, variously on a big ship which rocked on the waves and a submarine which was completely smooth and somehow had a glass top so I could see the surface of the water from below.
Then I was back on land, going for a jog, and somehow with every step I was able to leap really high and far.
