First dream:
During the first part, I had no physical being; it was like I was a ghost or a free-floating ball of conscious energy. I was on a massive ship mid-voyage with a bunch of, for lack of a better word, hooligans. They were drinking giant mugs of beer, singing loudly, getting into brawls, knocking stuff over, and all that other stuff that drunk hooligans do. A woman started yelling at a giant bearded oaf of a man, and he became enraged and grabbed her by the collar. He lifted his fist, which was about three times the size it should've been, and the woman fainted from fear. He decided not to pummel her face after seeing she was unconscious, cuz ya know, it's really messed up to crush the face of a defenseless woman when she's passed out.
Second dream, or second nearly-unrelated part of previous dream:
I was embodied again, and waiting for the "train of knowledge". I wasn't even a designated place for the train to stop, but I intuitively knew it would stop just for me, and it did. I boarded, but after a while I suddenly realized I was in a Jeep instead of a train, and we were flying (not literally) about 100 mph through a savanna. I was afraid of the speed we were going and I asked the driver to slow down, to no avail. Eventually, the Jeep broke down and we had to walk/run towards our destination (which I guess was "knowledge"). We were back in the U.S. and running alongside major highways, and I was having trouble keeping up with the other travelers. We came to an embankment, and there was this mushy, decomposing sculpture made of sliced cantaloupe that we had to climb up. The others scaled it quickly, but I kept having trouble getting a good grip; the soft fruit caved and flattened under my hands, and it took me a while to get near the top. I yelled to the others to wait for me, still not completely free of the fermenting cantaloupe goo.