I dreamt I was standing on a rugged coast of Newfoundland in front of a tall white lighthouse talking with Farley Mowat. Well, more like trying to talk with Farley Mowat. He wouldn't stop talking and I couldn't get a word in no matter how hard I tried. He wouldn't let me speak.
Behind him I could see a giant wave raising in the distance slowly getting higher, faster, closer. I could make out debris in the rising wall of water as it got closer and closer, dwarfing the lighthouse in size. Farley didn't notice the wave at all. No matter what I tried to say or do to get bring his attention to the wave I couldn't.
And suddenly we were hit by the water and were completely submerged. I could see Farley under water swimming up towards what I took to be the lighthouse light. I was swimming beneath him trying get up to the air as well. Neither of us seemed to get any closer to the surface despite our efforts. I saw Farley go limp as he gasped for air under water and started to black out myself.
Never once did I panic though. Even when I knew I couldn't breath I seemed to just embrace what was happening.
Then I woke up.
What the fuck was that?....
