I was swimming underwater, slowly sinking deeper and deeper. I could see everything around me, as if somehow sunlight were able to permeate the sea, even to the depths where I was and beyond. I had no problems breathing, even without any special apparatus to help me. It was just me and the water.
I felt serene and completely at ease. I knew I was swimming to my ultimate death, but I didn't care. It appeared to be getting brighter and brighter the deeper I got. I reasoned that I must be swimming to somewhere wonderful and that when I passed out of this world, I would be entering into another, better world. It felt good.
As I enjoyed the sensations of the warm water on my skin and the increasing brightness as I descended ever further, I had one thought that didn't quite fit into the overall mellow tone of the situation: I wondered why, as I was using the breast stroke to pull myself ever closer to my eventual but inevitable transition, I was wearing a catcher's mitt.
I woke without knowing the answer to that one.
My dreams sure are a lot more entertaining, and certainly cheaper, than going to the movies.
I could tell you some of the shit I've dreamed, but you're better off not knowing...It'd keep you awake nights.
ReplyDeleteI hear you, Galt. I've always looked at dreams as sort of a mental clearing facility, where the mind purges itself of accumulated nonsense and frustration, without any apparent consequence or repercussion. People with creativity and imagination, I suspect, have weirder dreams than average.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm.. I'd like to know why you were wearing a catchers mit as well.
ReplyDeleteA dream?
ReplyDeleteThat's one of my nightmares! Can't stand being under water. I won't even open my eyes under water if I don't have to.
I can't swim worth a darn above water, but love to swim under water. When we had a pool, I would spend much of my time swimming around near the bottom. I love the sensation of being completely immersed.
ReplyDeleteI love to float for hours and hours. Hmmmmm.....
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