That dream is back.
The one where I'm stuck under the ice of some ocean. I can breathe under the water and I spend most of the time just swimming around and chasing lights. A ship is fastened to the surface and I sometimes scrabble at it's belly and look in the windows. There's nothing to see. More interesting is the pod of huge sleeping whales that hang like zeppellins and occassionally blink at me.
And that's it. No point. No storyline. I'm normally scared to death of the vasty deeps (where the hell is that phrase from?), but not here. It's just good, clean, saltwater fun.
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