I dreampt of a boat, and a group of small islands with long forgotten docks and collapsing bridges between. My small boat became wrecked in the dark, navy waters while gray, water-coloured clouds surged in the sky.

I felt a great pressure on my chest and in my mind - I sank below the waves, an a throbbing pulse filled my ears.

I stood on the sea floor - a mere 2 stories below the waters surface. A man-like Dolphin stood beside me, and gestured towards the submerged horizon. Sandy reefs, and a catacomb network of ancient stone walls stretched out in every direction.

Below the waves, everything was still. I noticed with great pleasure that I no longer needed to breathe. When I did, my lungs filled with water, but this did not cause me to choak. Instead, like the special water in The Abyss (film), I was supplied with the air I needed. I inhaled infrequently.

Feeling the familiar weightless pressure of a large body of water, I felt at peace. I wasn't dying, but instead existing in a state of limbo.

The weight of emotion and the future was replaced by the warm weight of the water - it's familiar tidal surge rocking me slightly where I stood. This dreamworld stood without preconception, and without doubt. I wanted to live in this gray world of breathable water forever.

The man-dolphin swam away into a submerged staircase leading downward. I followed it into the receding darkness.

I walked through a strange multi-denominational church, and into what appeared to be 'my' room. I was handed my mail by the churches' minister daughter. It was an envelope bearing no return address.

Inside were photographs. A picture of my Moped outside on a sunny day, another of just it's wheel in the frame. A picture of the traffic lines on pavement blurred by motion, the next photo of the same lines, but they are now twisted into circular spirals on the road.
The final pictures are blue-tinted photographs from my photo album. Familiar images of friends and myself are mixed with photos of events I don't recognize – and perhaps haven't happened yet. They all exist side by side in these images; all tinted the same shade of cyan.

Underneath all of the photos is a small business card. Where the individuals name would usually be, only the word 'Travel' exists. A street corner address, and a time are printed below.

In the dream I turn and ask my brother if he knows who did this, but neither he nor his friend Cody know. I then seek out the little girl who gave me the package. She states simply that it came in the mail.

I sit wondering what it all means on the floor of my dream, and awake.

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I almost wish this had occurred in the real world so I could discover who sent this strange message, and what it meant. The most puzzling fact about all this is that - in a way - I sent this message to myself. Of all the people we believe to know so well, we know our inner selves least of all.