I was being denied access into the pool and I began to panic. I looked up and approaching me was a man and his child. He smiled and lifted up his access card which hung around his neck like a backstage pass. I looked back down and attempted to enter the pool again and failed. When I looked up again, the child had his father's access card and was letting us into the pool. I smiled and thanked him and he opened the gate door for his father and myself. I jumped into the pool and was deceived because the ledge to the pool was like any normal pool but when I jumped I felt this urgent feeling like I was falling into a bottomless pit. Or rather, a long fall into some water, like if I had been forced to jump off the flight deck of an aircraft carrier and felt the eighty foot (or one-hundred foot, whichever) drop. I was relieved that I was able to maintain my posture and hit the water feet first. I began swimming confidently and with expertise. This is contradictory to my waking world because I am not a strong swimmer and very rarely do I swim confidently. I was engulfed by happiness and swam for what seemed like hours of joy. Now those hours seem brief and my memory of it has severly faded. Later when I awoke I kept trying to remember this exact part of the dream; but now, it continues to fade.
I was back in the pool and looking at this child who was playing with some action figures and these toys were somehow apart of him. As if they were a piece of his hand or attached or something. And I when I looked up at the sky, I was viewing it in circles, like I was spinning and the sky just kept circling. It was as if this spinning was a natural thing because I wasn't getting dizzy. I noticed the child was playing soccer or something with his action figures because he had a bouncy ball and was kicking it back and forth between his toys. This is different in the way in which I used action figures. I always had some elaborate fight scene set out for my "men", as I called them, or some sort of superhero/supervillian scenerio in which the two characters of my imagination were to have a dramatic action hero showdown.
I looked up at the boy's father and saw him sitting in the shade typing on his laptop computer. He appeared to be working and was caught up in his own thoughts, and not paying any attention to his son. The child said something to him, but I didn't understand it because it was disconnected and abstract. He father didn't respond as he continued working on his computer, and his son continued playing with his toys. I turned my head and sitting right next to me was my own father who began to speak to me. He was urging me to be proud and was trying to convey the importance of pride. Then this smile came over his face and his eyes lit up and he said something about aliens, I think he said, "Like an alien". Then he walked into the pool and I felt this overwhelming sense of grief.
Next I was driving in my car and on the radio was this percussion jam. It sounded like there were fifty people participating in the perc jam and I was relieved. I was laughing really hard and my windows were down. My laugh was the kind of laugh you experience when you hear about a really good friend doing something really dumb or embarrassing, but also the kind of laugh that maintains its innocence. So it was a happy laugh, a pleasure laugh, and a stomach laugh.
I noticed this really beautiful woman walking down the street, in the opposite direction I was driving, talking on her cell phone. She looked at me and smiled at my laughter and we maintained eye contact while I passsed. She was in a summer dress the kind that sort of fits a girl like pajamas. The bottom was short up her mid thighs, the top was short sleeved, and she was fit and had beautiful brown hair and an amazing smile. I was really drawn to her and was trying to turn the car around. I did a U-turn and she stopped walking and kept looking at me. And that's when I awoke!
