A week ago or so, I had a long-running dream about a boy who drowned. Actually, no one really knew if he drowned or not because in actuality he had just disappeared. But everyone assumed he had drowned because he was last seen going into the waters. It was a weird, Twin Peaks-like thing that splayed out over a couple of dream rocks. You know how they go. I woke up feeling odd about it, but that went away pretty quickly. I had pretty much forgotten about it.
Then last night I dreamed of the search and recovery. I was a diver.
It was equally as strange.
Shrug. Perhaps this will sometime wind up in a story.