Actually, I may have figured this one out.
Most of the events in that dream matched up with a documentary about the wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald. And some things from a random fps video game, and a survival game I'd played recently.
The description of the water at the end is because I'd fallen into icy water before.

As for how I was being addressed in the dream, the name matches that of an engineer on that ship.
It's possible I just looked it up and forgot.

Strange nonetheless.

@Nite Indeed!

A couple of weeks ago, I dreamed that my family sold all of our belongings and moved into a large, fictional house that belonged to the extended family of one of my friends. Said friend did not actually appear in this dream, but several of her aunts, uncles, and cousins resided in the house. Former Cubs catcher Miguel Montero also lived with us all. (Apparently I saw a random Facebook post featuring said family, and I had just finished reading Cubs manager David Ross's book, so that's how these gloriously random things showed up during my slumbers.)

A few days ago, I dreamed that I was watching NBC's coverage of the Summer Olympics, and they randomly played a MIDI of ABBA's "Thank You for the Music" during the broadcast. I can blame one thing, and one thing only: Waligie.
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Last week, I dreamed that I played Clue with a group of five other people. I'm not sure who all was playing with me - the focus was on the game rather than the social aspect of playing a board game. I'm not sure whether I was playing with friends, family, work buddies, or some combination thereof. Regardless, I chose to play as Colonel Mustard, as I always do (even if it's been two decades since I last played Clue). The game was nearing its conclusion. I was pretty sure that Mrs. White was the culprit, and that she committed this heinous deed in the Conservatory using a broom (not a traditional Clue weapon!). However, I woke up just as I was getting ready to make the decisive "accusation".

Also last week, I dreamed that I went out for lunch with an older lady in my work team. (Don't worry - this was not a romantic thing, so I was not dating someone twice my age!) She lives out of town, but she was finally paying a visit to Jacksonville. She also invited a young Indian lady from my team to join us, but she was out of office that day. I saw a strange billboard on the way to the restaurant - it was a countdown of the number of days until Christmas. This fictional eatery was a somewhat questionable place. It was not a front per se - it served excellent Italian food - but we learned that it was known for its mob ties. I ordered some water, and the dream ended.

Two nights ago, I dreamed that I went on vacation right before Christmas. I'm not sure exactly where I was, but I was in a fairly large room in a restaurant. I was very surprised to learn that Taylor Swift was coming to this restaurant to sing! She started the mini-concert with "Last Christmas" and then went on to sing "Bad Blood". She concluded with a song that no one had ever heard before! It was a rambling ballad about the #MeToo movement and the Major League Baseball steroid scandals. The last song didn't make a lot of sense, and the people in attendance didn't like it very much. Taylor looked very sad that the audience disliked her new song. After the performance, I said hi to her, and I was able to snap a selfie before I woke up.

Apparently Taylor Swift has been a recurring theme this year.

Last night, I dreamed I bit into a luscious burrito loaded with cheese, refried beans, onions, and Russian dressing. It tasted as bad as it sounds. It's rare for me to have food dreams, but this was a food dream.

A little over a week ago, I dreamed that I went to the moon! However, I realized I left some useful things at home, and I started to wonder whether I should go home and grab them. (Then I came to my senses and realized that space travel was expensive, so even if it was possible to turn around whenever you pleased, doing so might cost NASA billions of dollars. Oh well.)

Also, this morning marks 15 years since I had one of my all-time favorite surreal dreams. This was the inspiration for the level that eventually became Para-Beetle Paranoia in Mario's Steroid Adventure. In this 2007 dream, I opened a semi-random old hymnal at church, and inside were several papers my brother made years ago - about Super Bowl XXVII and Para-Beetles. I have no idea how they got there.

Later that day, in real life, my brother looked at a scan of the SMB3 enemies list from an old Nintendo Player's Guide for Super Mario All-Stars and specifically pointed out the picture of Para-Beetles. This was when I was just starting to get into fangaming and was unaware of the existence of usable sprite rips, so I used that scan as a reference for making sprites. My brother also talked about Super Bowl XXVII that day. Until today, I never did tell him about this dreamy oddity.

Years later, I made it a point to open up a hymnal in the same position as the one in my dream, but we didn't find anything unusual inside - just a dedication from a lady named Virginia. She passed away a couple of years ago, sadly. Many things have been reshuffled lately, and I don't know if these old hymnbooks even exist anymore.

I had a dream that transformed and then transformed back, and then it featured transformation.

It started with me in an older version of our front room, late at night. I was laying down on a couch sitting by the wall, and on the opposite end of the room was a big boxy TV. It was very dark except for said TV. I was watching some drama movie that was nearly over. I couldn't understand what one character was saying, so I kept rewinding it and eventually had to turn on subtitles. But when I did that, I started thinking about something else, so that part of the dream was prematurely ended in favor of something abstract. What it was I was thinking about, I'm not sure, but it didn't last very long. When the abstract bit ended I was actually sent back to my previous setting: an older version of our front room with the big boxy TV. This time a vlog-style documentary was playing. It was about a couple that was miserable because even though they were plenty nice to each other, they weren't able to feel love for each other and it was driving them nuts.

At this point I "wake up" because I was too hot, but I'm still in that old version of our front room. I don't realize this at the time. This time the TV is off and the room is very dark, but with some very slight night visibility. I'm covered with a blanket that I haven't had since I was of a single-digit age. I decide to take it off and use a bedsheet instead so I can cool off, and I start thinking, "man, I used to be terrified of this kind of darkness." I lay my head down and suddenly hear a noise and I look at the small table in front of the couch I was on and see a silhoutte. I can't make it out, and it was just barely poking up over the table. I figure it's nothing and lay back down. Sure enough, I hear something again, and I look over by the TV and there's a skull statue sitting there, looking not at me but towards the glass sliding door to my left. I cover my eyes for just a moment, and then when I look again it's looking towards me. I get up and go grab it, and it struggles. I pull it in half; the bottom was the jaw of the skull and the platform it was on, and the top was the rest of the skull. I open the sliding glass door and toss them out, where suddenly it's day time and there's a few cats on our porch. I close the sliding glass door and then the two halves of the skull statue start gliding towards the door and hit it with a small thunk. They try twice more, and then they give up. The last thing I see them do is slide backwards and reform, but instead of becoming a full skull statue again, they become a cat. Not a cat statue, but a full-on cat. The cat does not become a skull again when I look away.

I then wake up again because I was too hot, but this time it's for real; I'm in my actual real life bed, actually waking up and being too hot under my heavy blanket. This just adds to the mounting pile of evidence that sleeping hot leads to dreams, at least in my case.
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@Miles Miles dreams are always a hoot - I especially like the skull statues that turn into cute felines.

Last night, I dreamed that I saw two girls riding bicycles down a hill - backwards. That's not very safe. For some reason they asked me about the Queen of England, and they believed that the Winter Olympics were still going on. Also, Dave (my scrum team's "product owner" at work) happened to be staying in my house - I have no idea why.

Earlier this week, I dreamed that I joined my brother in doing some kind of ridiculous TikTok challenge! I do not TikTok, and it will take a Herculean effort to convince me to join. However, in my dream, someone set up a curling sheet where people would earn prizes for sliding down the ice while covered in oil. This curling sheet included little bumpers that would fling you backwards or to the side if you hit them at the wrong angle. I don't know what the prize was, but I think whoever got to the end with the fastest time (without standing up - standing was against the rules) would win something. I'm sure this dream was inspired by watching Olympic curling (and the closing ceremony).

A few weeks ago, I dreamed that I was lying in a field full of cute little puppy dogs. They were very cute... except one of them was stinky. This dream undoubtedly arose from a discussion with a guy I know from work, who recently got an adorable Goldendoodle. However, he admits that this otherwise cute puppy has a tailpipe that occasionally emits less-than-cute smells. (The closing of my Twilight Princess review may have been on my mind as well.)
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This detail probably would've made more sense if it had happened earlier this year...

A couple of nights ago, I dreamed that I was reading random articles on Wikipedia. One of these articles was about a supposed North Vietnamese military leader named N.D. Bean. He was a frontrunner to become a general during the Vietnam War, but he was deemed too much of a hard-liner even for North Vietnam. He had a very deep voice - the Wikipedia article included a brief audio clip of him speaking.

I also read a Wikipedia page about a fictional magazine called "Man, Sir, and Home." It was aimed at men living in New York City, especially Manhattan. Its emphasis was supposedly on decorating and interior design, but it also had some material that strayed far from its mission. For example, it had a long-running comic parodying fact-checker sites. The article included a list of all the characters that appeared in these comics, along with a detailed analysis of their backgrounds and personalities.

Last month, I had a stretch where I had a memorable dream four nights in a row. This is extremely unusual for me!

1. In one, I lived in a different house. This house had two very large TVs in the living room (which is funny because my real-life TV broke this weekend). I never told anyone that I had moved. I realized I'd just voted, and I think my ballot would've been slightly different if I'd updated my address like the Supervisor of Elections probably wanted me to.

2. In another dream, I moved to Spain. Apparently my employer wanted to give employees an opportunity to live in other countries and learn about different markets and stuff. I think we lived in our office, and there were a bunch of people drinking some kind of interesting nonalcoholic beverage out of ceramic cups.

3. In this one, some of the librarians at the college where I got my undergrad degree wanted me to give them a presentation about computer programming. One of them was a little flirty (I think she wanted this as an excuse to hang out with me). Before my presentation, I went to a nearby mall and saw a friend I hadn't seen in a while. We got ice cream, and there was a TV on the wall showing hockey highlights. Apparently the Philadelphia Flyers hockey team had unveiled a new set of mascots - anthropomorphic cheesesteaks that were also influenced by the Phillie Phanatic. These three mascots "hatched" from giant eggs on the ice and started skating around the rink before the game. I couldn't hang out with my friend too long because I had to leave for my presentation thingy.

4. In the last one, I had a wife (!) and a 15-year-old daughter (!). My wife was unnamed, and she always remained "off camera" (this tends to be the case for dreams where I find myself in a committed relationship). My wife and I were concerned about our daughter because we had a strong suspicion that she was becoming "active" - not the kind of active that involves going to the gym. Our daughter wasn't very up-front about her budding relationship - we didn't even know her new boyfriend's name. Apparently my wife and I weren't sure how to share our concerns, and we looked at a couple of really cheesy sex ed books about how to approach this topic. Neither one was helpful, and the dream ended before we could have our awkward conversation.

As strange as these dreams are, as usual I have a pretty good idea of what triggered each of them.

Around the time that Elon Musk was sworn in as the Chief Twit of Twitter 2.0, I had dreams where he was showing up in them. I can only remember one of them, and only barely at that.

There's a McDonald's in my hometown about five minutes away from there. I had a dream that Elon Musk was there for some reason, and that he asked me if I wanted to hang out and play video games or smoke weed or something. It was like I was observing all of this from the outside, but somehow, I still perceived it as being a conversation between me and him. That's really about all I can remember.

This dream was short:

My family and I were eating (dinner I think)
We see a very, very bright flash outside. we all get up to investigate.. only to see pitch blackness...

Brother: "Where did the sun go?"
*Frost starts forming across all windows*
TV (Interupted for news): *Nonsensical.. ended with Solar boom*
Dad: Well, looks like this is it.
Mom: Guess I'm not planting any corn this year
Brother: Eh.. saw it coming.
Sister: guess I have an excuse to get out of work
Me: ...something is off here... *shines a flashlight outside, causing everything to revert back to normal*
The dream goes nonsensical from this point...