That sinking feeling.

I was on the surface of a wide river or sea inlet beside a wall of seaweed. I started to sink down and down, passing an undulating wall of greenery.
The water was unnaturally clear and I started to feel disorientated.
Was I going up or down? What way should bubbles go?
I started to panic, the amount of water around me seemed immense.
I tried to struggle back to the surface but I think I just got myself deeper.
Sounds familiar.

Probably influenced by a recent kayak trip to the Tay rail bridge.

The Race

The race was on.
I had another man for company.
We were to race against another team, all men.
We set off at a punishing pace.
A huge empty church loomed ahead.
We decided to cut through the church.
The other team went round to its right.
The church was in complete darkness. My companion stayed near the door. I raced on down the aisle hoping my way was clear.
I ran and ran, but could not reach the other side of the church. I kept on running and shouted over my shoulder to my companion.
I was stunned when I heard his voice beside me. He was still near the entrance. All my running had got me nowhere.
I could never cross the church.
We had lost.
Can't imagine what the moral might be!

Floating Visions

I was somewhere in the north of the world, walking along a river bank, heading upstream. I was with my son Callum.
It was a wide river, swift flowing.
Coming down stream were several floating trees, branches and bushes.
The frequency of this floating foliage increased.
Amongst them were round bushes. Closer inspection revealed that they were concealing egg shaped transparent boats. Within each egg was a woman in blue robes facing backwards. The branches were an attempt to camouflage the eggs.
They looked quite magical.
Callum waded out into the river, seemingly attempting to get a better mobile signal.
He fell face down into the water. I dived in to save him and pulled him ashore.
Most unlikely as he is a far better swimmer than myself.