Sinking Feeling

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Since you fell into this general oceanic condition you seem to have sunk a great way.

You look up and there's the sun looking like a cheap fresnel behind a lot of blue-green gels. You go down and down all the while reflecting that it's a good thing this is a dream because otherwise you'd probably look like a squeezed-out sponge about now, not to mention the fact that your lungs would be full of water.

And maybe they are, but like the poet says, you breathe differently down here.

And sure enough there it is, eleven dozen fathoms below the soles of your Nikes — the Wreck.