The digesting ship

I just woke from this dream half an hour ago, so I'm scrambling to note it down.

In the beginning of this dream, it was situated on a ship.  It was like an alternative of my wedding, except I was a videographer watching myself and Simon.  Brittany, Stephanie, some other friends and family were there.  I was dressed in a fantastical mermaid dress studded with crystals, nearly naked from the waist up if not for Swarovski and lace.  We had to move to another ballroom where everyone helped take a corner of my massive heavy dress and fanned out the hem to take a glamorous photo and video.

After this, my videography crew took a break.  We were on a massive cruise ship with various rooms and floors.  There were buckets of Popeyes fried chicken meant for the crew to eat as a treat, and as I tried to grab a cardboard box full of them, my hands became drenched with overturned sauce.  I viscerally remember carting this box to a cafeteria table and went to wash my hands, after which I took notice of... another me?

This other me was standing in the corner, looking waterlogged and haggard.  She looked nothing like the me of the wedding - who was 30 - more like 24, all sad and deflated.  I noticed some other ghosts hanging around.  I suddenly began the quest of trying to put these ghosts to rest, puzzling over how to do so.

Suddenly, I broke from the POV and became the camera.

From the depths of the ocean outside rose what I recognized as Davy Jones.  He looked like a rotten skeleton, covered in kelp, netting, the decayed remains of a pirate's regalia.  His face was a skull with flesh barely still clinging to the jowls, a single red pinprick light shining from his right eye socket.  As he rose from the depths of the sea on a pillar of ocean debris, he tore through the ship like he was clipping through the walls of a video game.  He grabbed the ghost of me by my throat... and I turned into her. I struggled in his bony grip as I was dragged away and out of the ship.

I'm not sure how far he took me. I could feel the cold water of the ocean and I could sense the widening distance between myself and the cruise liner.  As despair hit me, suddenly, he stopped.  We hit a strange platform in the middle of the ocean, like a single sheer block of earth jutting out from the deep.  As soon as I landed on that platform, there was a strange rumbling from behind us.

Breaching from the bottom of the ocean was a gargantuan cruise liner.  It sounded as it breached - like a fog horn, but more like an animal than a machine.  The bellow seemed to terrify Davy Jones, who dropped me on that dirt platform and dove back under the sea.  I watched this cruise liner blot out the sun as it rose, and I knew I shouldn't have - knew that everything screamed danger - but I touched it anyway.

As soon as my hand landed on its iron hull, I was sucked in. Like a meat grinder, I passed through rooms and rooms of the cruise liner.  I could feel the textures of each room squeezing me as I spaghettified inward.  It was agony.  The crunch and splinters of wood on the deck; the velvet upholstery and metal candelabras of the dining lounge; the chlorine-soaked wetness of the pool; the iron fires of a boiler deep in the heart of the thing.  I was being digested.  The rooms were flying by faster and faster, turning into a dense and overwhelming darkness.  It was horrible.  

When I thought I couldn't take it anymore... I was spat back out.  I stumbled into the same cafeteria as before, but everyone was missing.  I was once more corporeal and alive in that room, nearly falling into the hallway and into Simon's arms.  He was bewildered.  He knew I had been dead - he couldn't believe I was standing in front of him.  As he drew me to a bedroom to put me down for rest... my alarm went off.  We woke up and I managed to ramble this at him.