turning ship

I was on a giant sailing ship. It was like the old ones but many many rooms and instead of old, it was all new and shiny. It was really beautiful. There were many types of people on it walking around, and the sun seemed to be shining outside. People were panicked though. The ship had been turning. Not in direction, but horizontally. We all knew it was going to come a little faster. Some people jimmied themselves in a corner and tided themselves to the ship. Some people just seemed to walk off the ship to end it all. Others were scrambling, and couldn't keep their head straight enough to make an plan. And still others were kind of oblivious... just meandered with their loved ones either clueless or letting things just happen. I think I wanted to live, but I wanted to find my right spot first.