The other day I was dreaming about being at the ocean's edge.
A huge wave came, and I dove for the bottom of it.
It crashed behind me, on top of me, and there was lots of swirling around in the water. When most of the turbulence was over, I was rushing from the bottom up. My eyes were open. There was deep blue all around me, and dark shadows of the ocean creatures. I was being propelled to the surface. I knew up from down. I couldn't see the ocean's top, though.
I could tell what some of the shapes were. Towards the top, right before I broke the surface, I saw a smallish shark shape. I felt my heart beat faster than it already was at the realization that the shark probably saw me before I saw it.
I really felt the water, the pressure from being below the surface, in a huge body of water.
I woke up around this point. Right before I came out for air.
Makes me think of the dreams where you're falling, and you wake up before you hit the ground.
I've never had one of those dreams.  ¶ 1:21 PM