Dream About Underwater Rescue (maybe)
Hi, haven’t written in a while but I had another dream last night. It involved people from my real life (but probably no one who will read this blog, don’t freak out) so I will use just initials so their identities remain ’secret’. If you are very close to me you may figure out who they are and that’s ok, I trust anyone that close to me to be appropriately discrete.
The dream takes place at a beautiful lake. There are a lot of people that I know there having a good time; I think it may be some kind of work function. We are all milling about chatting, tossing frisbees, etc. when a minor celebrity pulls up in a huge truck with an expensive-looking little boat hitched to it. He lowers the boat into the water and his entourage gets in the boat, but he decides to come and chat with the ladies attending our function. He is very charming and says he wants to swim so he invites us all to get in the lake and cannonballs in.
We all follow him- me, A and R who are very close friends, and T, who also knows A and R. A, who is a very boisterous and exuberant young lady, follows him in first and dives into the water followed by T and myself. R hangs back and stays on the shore; she is one of those young women who can completely capture almost anyone’s attention with her beauty and charm if she wants to, and she already seems to have captured our celebrity’s attention; he quickly swims close to the shore near her despite a collecting throng in and around the water near him.
T and myself start to make our way over to all the action when one of us notices that A hasn’t come up for air yet. We wait anxiously for a few seconds, then I dive down. No sign of her. T stays and I swim over to the crowd; I have no idea how good a swimmer A is and think that perhaps she could have dived deep, swam underwater and surfaced near to where all the people were gathering. I can’t see now whether she has joined the crowd or not; there are too many people. I look over my shoulder to Twhere we entered the water. She is diving and coming up with a panicked look on her face. I yell to R, “Is A over there?”
She looks at me with a frown; I guess I interrupted her. I yell louder, undeterred, “Hey! Can you see A from over there?We can’t find her-”
“Why do you think you’re better than me?” she says, “You think I don’t care about her too?”
Puzzled and irritated by her reaction, I blurt out something about A not coming back up for air after what has now become, horrifically, about two minutes. I swim back to T, who has now come up out of the water with news, “I just felt something!”
I duck under the water, using the man-made wall at this edge of the lake to force myself down deeper than before. I feel my foot kick against what must be a human limb and somehow, though I am no great swimmer, manage to release the wall, swim down and grab her arm. I grab and pull and it feels like I am pulling her out of something- a hole in the wall?- it doesn’t matter, she comes out as I push away from the wall holding her little, cold arm crossed in both of my arms tight. I look up- or what I hope is up- and kick, kick, kick. At first I think I’m going to make it ok but then my chest starts to get tight. It gets tight and then it starts to burn. The burning continues and grows in my chest until it has to explode, there’s no way it won’t, but I know I will keep kicking up and up, holding her arm tight even if my lungs demand to be filled and as I open my mouth in answer to the demand, gambling on the chance I will hit the surface in the next few moments as I have to breathe now, anything to fill the burning, imploding lungs now, I wake up in my own bed with my chest burning.
That was kind of intense.
I prefer made up names to letters. Letters are confusing.