Dreamt. September 8, 2015.
We race across water in small swift boats, this small group of people and I. We flee some unknown thing. I let the current carry me and drift uncaring or oblivious to any danger. Others on a boat nearby alert me.
I see shadows beneath the surface – large and dark, approaching then circling under me.
I paddle with my hands and arms. Long full strokes. And try to hurry along. The water is wet. Without temperature.