I was on an island in the middle of a vast & permanently calm ocean. I was going to grow old and die on this island, no-one else was here. I climbed beneath the ground, onto scaffolding, climbing downwards until I got the bottom. Below and around me was complete darkness, dotted with stars. At the very bottom I strained to see if I could see anyone, but no spaceships were present. I walked through the jungle on the island, feeling alone. I walked out to sea, hopping across a series of stepping stones. I hopped to the very last ones, a mile out to sea, going as far as I could! Very calm water, but deep, and I can't swim, and there is nowhere to swim to anyway. On the horizon I can see something moving. It is a large wooden boat. I know it can't possibly see me but I wave anyway. I know that if it started coming this way, even, it would take it so long to get here that I'd be dead from old age first. I stand on the peacefeful stepping stone admiring the beautiful horizon and the tiny boat bobbing slowly on it.
So... in a break with tradition there were no demons, monsters, tramps or lovers in this dream, it was a simple isolation dream! Yay for simplicity and transparency! But 'boo :-(' to the truth that I don't trust people and I'm still unemployed & therefore not going out as much I should be doing to maintain social life.