I' have recurring dreams about swimming in the ocean and wanting to dive under to see coral and fishes. I take deeper breaths and deeper and deeper dives until I feel like my lungs are on fire, the surface is too far away, and there is no way possible to reach air. The moment of inevitability comes and I suck in a lungful of seawater - only to find I can breathe it! Then, the rest of the dream is spent happily exploring the ocean floor.
Sometimes, I'm a cowgirl in the Jurassic period and my job is to ride around on a horse herding brontasauruses, and shooting them with a rifle when its time to slaughter them and process them for market. That, I think is actually a lot weirder than the breathing underwater dream.
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