Ohhh, if I could make sense of it all.

An ironicaly sea-foam green bottle bobbing on the frothy waves of a dream. Inside the bottle, a message scribbled in a rare moment of clarity: Don't have much time (I never know when I'll change back). Call for help. I need motivation to get me off this island. Where do I find it? How do I make it mine? Oh no, I'm going back...