I entered a pool. It was cold and dark and deep. There was a large sheet of blank, white paper involved somehow, and I descended into the water.
I was not sinking, but was being pulled deeper and deeper. I knew there was mud beneath me and I was being pulled to it.
But the pull stopped short of the mud, and I began ascending without difficulty. Without effort, really.
I surfaced at the edge of the pool, it was like a swimming pool edge–solid, finished. I held onto the edge and called for help. And called again.
Then I pulled myself from the water–of my own volition.
Photo: Whoosh by me. Taken on an iPhone with a Hipstamatic application