A Dream....
So I had this dream....
I was with my cousin...(Mary...who, if you read mostlymorgan, is the one who spoiled HP book 5 for me.)
We were at a beach house, except it wasn't at the same beach we always go to, and the water was almost more like a big lake. We were both in these hammocks, but they were not normal hammocks. They were more like hover hammocks, because we were suspended on nothing, and we were literally hovering over the water.
She and I were talking, but I can't remember what it was about, because I was (even in the dream) paying more attention to this fish who was all at the surface of the water making fishy faces at me. *open mouth* *shut mouth* *repeat* I kept saying "Duuude...look at this freaky fish..."
I need to point out that being IN water when I don't know what is in it...really freaks me out. Seriously. If I can't see the bottom....I probably won't go in. Actually...if it's not a pool...it's a safe bet that I don't want to swim in it. Dark Water. *shudders* Somehow I am able to go white water rafting, but it does occassionally freak me out. I think mostly though...if I'm rafting and in the water...I'm more swimming for my life than worrying about a fish touching my foot.
Anyway...
I don't usually get along with hammocks. They make me feel a little silly...and then I act silly...and then I fall out. It's simple. [side story] In my sorority, we had a hammock sit... We sat in a hammock for 3 days....there was always someone in the hammock... We even slept out there. My little sis (sorority wise) and I fell out of it a record number of times. [/sidestory] I think you are taking the journey with me, and realize that what happened next was that I FELL OUT OF MY HOVER HAMMOCK!
As I floated to the bottom of the lake/ocean, I was oddly calm and thought, "Hmmmm...I hope I do not land on that 'speshul' fish." I lay on the bottom with one arm down by my side, and the other up across my back. I thought, "Huh...I guess I had better get out of the water..." I was face down and I couldn't move when I tried to get up. Not one little bit. I could make faces...but I could not move my arms or legs...or torso...or anything. The thing is I was still oddly calm about the whole thing. In reality, if I was paralyzed and down in some dark water....I would be fighting like a thing possessed inside of myself and really flipping out. In the dream, I was like, "Oh well...I do like water."
WTF, dream? WTF?
I am still really sleepy.
I was with my cousin...(Mary...who, if you read mostlymorgan, is the one who spoiled HP book 5 for me.)
We were at a beach house, except it wasn't at the same beach we always go to, and the water was almost more like a big lake. We were both in these hammocks, but they were not normal hammocks. They were more like hover hammocks, because we were suspended on nothing, and we were literally hovering over the water.
She and I were talking, but I can't remember what it was about, because I was (even in the dream) paying more attention to this fish who was all at the surface of the water making fishy faces at me. *open mouth* *shut mouth* *repeat* I kept saying "Duuude...look at this freaky fish..."
I need to point out that being IN water when I don't know what is in it...really freaks me out. Seriously. If I can't see the bottom....I probably won't go in. Actually...if it's not a pool...it's a safe bet that I don't want to swim in it. Dark Water. *shudders* Somehow I am able to go white water rafting, but it does occassionally freak me out. I think mostly though...if I'm rafting and in the water...I'm more swimming for my life than worrying about a fish touching my foot.
Anyway...
I don't usually get along with hammocks. They make me feel a little silly...and then I act silly...and then I fall out. It's simple. [side story] In my sorority, we had a hammock sit... We sat in a hammock for 3 days....there was always someone in the hammock... We even slept out there. My little sis (sorority wise) and I fell out of it a record number of times. [/sidestory] I think you are taking the journey with me, and realize that what happened next was that I FELL OUT OF MY HOVER HAMMOCK!
As I floated to the bottom of the lake/ocean, I was oddly calm and thought, "Hmmmm...I hope I do not land on that 'speshul' fish." I lay on the bottom with one arm down by my side, and the other up across my back. I thought, "Huh...I guess I had better get out of the water..." I was face down and I couldn't move when I tried to get up. Not one little bit. I could make faces...but I could not move my arms or legs...or torso...or anything. The thing is I was still oddly calm about the whole thing. In reality, if I was paralyzed and down in some dark water....I would be fighting like a thing possessed inside of myself and really flipping out. In the dream, I was like, "Oh well...I do like water."
WTF, dream? WTF?
I am still really sleepy.