I'm at a city park that normally has a river running through it, but today it is a lake. The sky is blue, but there is a fog all around. I see the effects of a wind (that I cannot feel) blowing atop the water. There is one, randomly shaped patch of water that the wind does not make ripples on, it is just flat and sort of dark, like this spot doesn't reflect the sky. I know somehow that a young girl was just rescued from drowning here just moments before, and there are two maybe three people standing at the grassy hill, springtime colors everywhere. I'm casually explaining that I need to swim out to the weird patch. I explain that once there, you have to let yourself drown and, at the same time, believe in the story. The story being that if you believe, and allow yourself to drown, you are transported to another, strange world, an alternate reality. Once there, you can have adventures, and there is a place in this foreign land where you can drown in faith to make your way back home.

No one believes me, and I feel unsure and groggy myself. I swim out and drowned, terrified, but as faithful as I can be. Next thing I know, one of the onlookers is pulling me to shore, saving me. However, it is now winter and the water is full of chunks of ice and it is nighttime. It gets hazy here, but shortly after, I'm in a sea plane that lowers, and bounces off the odd-shaped magic lake portal, then continues to fly. I wake up confused, and oddly sad that I didn't make it through to another adventurous world. Or maybe I did, I don't know. Weirdest dream ever.