Such a long sleep. Diving deep within the dreaming waters. Swim until that breath gives out. Surface, gasping, porpoise breathe, and dive again. And in the swimming, dreams like shoals of spangled fish, flit and dart. This one a barracuda, rippling sharpness. That one a basking shark, huge and round and long. And millions of mackerels between, blowing past me like a silver wind.