Taking the Plung

Last night I dreamt that things here in Amsterdam became ruined. Nothing I had planned was working out and there was mud on everything..

Two nights ago I dreamt that Aydin and I were both tied to big wooden frames. We were being taken on a route into an ocean and through the water. Every couple minutes the frames took us underwater for a second and then sent us shooting back up to the surface. Then at the end of the route there was a man, we were both in front of him and he told me this time I was going to stay under. I was pulled under water while tied to my frame and reaching up wanting to get back to the surface. Aydin grabbed my hand and was trying to untie my ropes when I woke up.