Wet Hades Dream

     I dreamed I was on a boat, a small one with only two masts, and we had landed on some foreign shore. The shore turned out to be the outer part of Hades.
     I got involved with a couple of sexy women who were being accused of something which they didn't do. Although I am not sure of the particulars, I am sure that we hit it off quite well as there was quite the celebratory orgy when their jury acquitted them and released them to go with us. One of the women had the cutest little bottom, and I loved running my fingers over her moist wetness and into her while she swallowed me.
     We sailed and in the sailing managed to pick up an escort of other ships.
     The other ships were crewed with the damned who wanted to follow us out of Hades. One boat wasn't satisfied to follow us, it began to overtake us with its crew massed at the bow ready to board. While many of the other small boats were crewed by sad-eyed people of normal or even friendly disposition, the ship that loomed ever closer was crewed by a meaner looking lot. My crew, mostly women, didn't have much of a chance against such pirates. The only advantage we had was that we were a much smaller vessel, and thus could maneuver with greater speed. Although the pirate crew were brandishing pistols, they didn't seem to be able to fire them at us.
     I made us come about and sail back up stream. It suddenly dawned on me that we didn't really have to sail to a specific location, only a certain amount of time. Some of the other small boats turned to sail with us. I shouted out to them that there was no magic portal, they were welcome to sail with us, but I couldn't say if they would be able to get back to the world.
     We shouted back and forth with several boat loads of people. Slowly they realized that I was right, and some wept and some turned their boats away. A few stayed with us, holding on to a last hope, or, like one ghost ship,trying to protect us from the pirates. The ghost boat zipped ahead of us and then shot back alongside, aimed directly at the pirate vessel. I swung us around behind them, and we pulled the mostly female crew out of the water as their ghost boat rammed the pirate vessel. The pirate vessel was unable to come about fast enough to catch us, and I knew we would be able to escape them now. I welcomed the ghost crew aboard.
     Part of me wanted to know what they'd done to be stuck here on the river, part of me didn't. A lanky and well endowed brunette seemed to understand my unstated question.
     "We died without really living, all of us. Whether we were coached, conned or just afraid, we were convinced not to live our lives, but to just go along. Then, suddenly, we weren't even going along any more. We never allowed ourselves to be loved, or to truly love."
     "Well, sacrificing yourselves for us, isn't that a kind of love?"
     "I...I guess it is."
     We embraced our saviors and there were many wet hugs and even some playful kissing and groping. Another orgy ensued, and with that we crossed back into the true world. Oddly, several of the wet and yummy crew from the ghost ship stayed with us and became fully solid and real. I had no identification papers for them, though and didn't know how I would explain their presence if anyone asked.