Dreams of seafood and sea-not-food

A week ago I had one of my wandering dreams where I was exploring a medium-sized building that was a bit like a lightly populated mall but designed with deliberately low density rather than being hollowed out due to a downturn in business. I was pleased to find that we were able to find some fist-sized raw shrimp to enable the assembly of burgers that had but one shrimp rather than a beef patty. Never did get to taste them in the dream, though.

The night previous I woke up in the middle of the night with a feeling of anxiety that was prompted by dream material. The worst of it was during a voyage over water where I was left alone on a covered boat. Some humanoid creatures were boarding from one end, their mass threatening to capsize the boat, and were approaching me wordlessly. I gave them the finger with both hands, and quickly realized that the gesture in each hand seemed to work as a ward, much like a holy symbol might against a vampire. In retrospect, hilarious.