my (imaginary) hero

I was vaguely aware that I tripped and fell while I was wading in the surf. The warm, foamy ocean enveloped me like a cocoon. I could breathe perfectly well, but was aware that I should probably try to get up. I could not. Just then, I could see my friend Tony run towards me in that funny, high-stepping way one must do when one tries to hurry while one is knee-deep in water. As he leaned down to help me up, I murmured that he was such a pal … and what was he doing here? He lives in Seattle.

Becky posted to Tony: Hey! I dreamt you saved me from drowning! Thank you!

Tony: You’re welcome! I was sailing the dreamsphere in my imagination-fueled-dirigible, and heard the call from the eastern stress-dream sea.