Last night, approximately 3 am

[lilithxfaerie]

So I found myself just chillen under the ocean! Who knows how I managed to get myself there, but I found it rather enjoyable and surprisingly easy to breathe in the water. So, as I was crusing on my merry way, I noticed, out of the corner of my eye...a whale!! Now, I knew it could possibly be a shark, so I decided to play it cool. I kept my distance, but every so often looked at it (with much subtlety, naturally). I glanced back time and again and looked for signs of sharkdom. You know how they have that triangular fin that sticks up on the top, well it appeared the whale/shark was not sporting one. And it seemed AWFULLY friendly. So, I decided to befriend it. But I played it safe, and always checked behind me, just to be sure it wasn't playing tricks. It wanted me to ride on its back, but I passed, I'm an independent woman. I knew I'd have to surface eventually, but quickly realized it's much easier to breathe under the ocean than on one's way to the surface, (I had to hold my breath upon ascending). I went for it, and every 10 yards or so, I'd begin to hear music from a different decade, chronologically. So on the way up I heard Beatles, followed by Zeppelin, followed by The Cure, followed by Nirvana/Jawbreaker...and finally, I believe it was Cursive. Upon reaching the surface, I was breathless and my ears rang with the sounds of 5 or 6 decades' worth of music. I noticed a small group of young children on a sandbar, way out in the water, awat from any sign of shore. They were unaccompanied, so I decided it was my job to take care of them until a responsible adult appeared. These kids were the cutest I have possibly ever seen, and sweet, to boot. They made sand castles. Out of nowhere, I found myself surfacing at the YMCA pool. Gina, the swim instructor, approached me and asked me 1)Why I was wearing her flip flops, and 2)-Why I was babysitting her kids. I explained that I didn't want to contract any sort of foot fungus by going barefoot around the pool, and I had left my own sandals at home. I assured her that I found her children alone and was taking care of them until Gina finished teaching her class.
That's all I remember.
Is the friendly whale/shark weariness some sort of metaphor? It must be.