I dreamt that it was the 1600s. I was on board of a pirate ship on the west coast of South America sailing north. It was unclear if I was a passenger or a prisoner, but I was sure I wasn’t a part of the crew. The ship somehow went through a time portal and ended up in an alternate modern day Seattle with a lot of canals running through the city. The ship was badly damaged. I ended up exploring this bizarre world with a couple of crew members and desperately looking for a way home.