I was riding the ferry to check on my dad's house and someone on the ferry, while we were in the middle of the channel, started stabbing people in their stomachs. The guy actually driving the ferry began to shoot a handgun in her direction from up in his perch, but missed with several shots. I curled up in the floorboard of the driver's seat and tried to avoid hitting the brake pedal, which would have possibly given me away, being that it was nighttime. And so I laid there hearing fewer and fewer screams and it went on seemingly forever. Finally I heard nothing. Then the ferry crashed, but I wasn't sure it was safe to hop out of my car and run for help, as she could still be on the ferry with her knife. Then I heard her talk/sobbing that she lost her baby, although I didn't know who she was talking to and didn't hear another voice. She very poorly explained that she wanted to kill "all the babies" because God had killed hers. This didn't make a lot of sense considering she'd most likely stabbed zero pregnant persons and males were among the victims I saw and heard, but I guess she was crazy from the onset of this terrible incident. It seemed like many minutes went by without me hearing anything at all, no cars or voices or ferry engines or even seagulls. Only the wind and my heavy breathing. Then I heard a fairly large splash, and woke up soon thereafter with a fast-beating heart.