Silver Lake Dream

I dreamed I was scuba diving in a lake. It was a big lake, and the light was fading from the depth and my breather got some kind of problem that I couldn't figure out, but I wasn't dying yet, so I thought it must intermittent and I'm entering hypoxia. I took off my mask because of the confusion and I had that blurry underwater vision, but of a light green lakewater  color because there wasn't anything in particular to see. I had that feeling I've only had on a motorcycle in waking life, which is, I'm about to die if I don't do the right thing. It's stressful. In my dream, I refilled my mask with air by holding it up and putting my face into it, and I could feel the pressure pressing into my nose and ears, and I kept thinking 'dont panic, dont panic.' I recovered and kept going deeper, with a quarter inch of water in my mask that trying ot get up my nose. At the bottom of hte lake, I shone a floodlight onto the bottom and was startled by another white and irridescent silver liquid lake, at the bottom of the lake. The surface had tiny ripples on it. There was some upright green grass with red and blue sparkling jewels in the blades of it, and some kind of large but dark coral or tree behind it. The whole thing was about ten feet across. I looked up and no light was penetrating the depth. I turned off my light and the silver lake was still lit up, like it had absorbed the light. Then I was in my childhood farmhouse but as an adult, having a conversation with my aunt, and then I was at the ToysRus ledges in Atlanta, but also as an adult. The fat security guard that Derek Bruno used to bribe to let us skate there came ot kick me out but I told him I had come all the way from Taiwan and he laughed and said I could skate it for a minute before I went back. Then I woke up at 07:00 and found out my morning work is cancelled. So I guess I'll go skate under the bridge, since it's rainign and 13 degrees.

At the bridge, I never really got warmed up. I went through the bare bones list of tricks and got a little sweaty. My legs never had the pop in them, but I did the ***** **** on the little manny pad. I forced myself to go for an hour. A dude I dont know showed up and left before me. I don't think he was feeling it either. It was pissing rain on my walk home, and a three treasure woman tried to ride her bicycle across the roaring traffic. Cars slewed widely out of the way; by exceptionally good driving, no one hit anyone, even the dumb bitch on the bicycle. She did fall over though, because the horns startled her.