Highrise falling

Date: 7/22/2018

We enter the sea, walking into the water from the shore. T, A and me. Then we dive. I'm under the surface, somehow I manage to open my eyes. Above me, the dark blue water becomes lighter and lighter. T's arms and legs are there. She has swam to the surface. I continue to swim and I focus on feeling. I don't need new air, I feel fearless. I rise until I can breathe again. The view in front of me is a huge city with very tall buildings, mostly brick and stone. We, a big group of people who all have to do the 'test' or are coaches, must be standing on a rooftop or something, because my view is from a height. We somehow continue and what I can see now is a line of beige, tall stone buildings that pepper with life. It's on the walls. It looks like ants rushing down, sometimes a few at a time and sometimes hundreds of them in a pack, making them look like gnat. It looks crazy. I think about a guy who is afraid of heights and wonder if he chose to show up today. Because that right there is the test. We have to do it. A coach tells us that down there on the ground, there is a... Hm, poop bath. I look down on hundreds of floors, hundreds of windows, hundreds of meters. I am on the top of one of the tall buildings, I am one of the ants. The whole thing reminds me of when I was little and tried the steeper slopes for the first time. This is straight down, 90 degrees, and no skis and no snow. I have to do it. I let go and swish down. Before I know it, I have landed safely in a brown mess, I didn't get any in my face though. The couch had told us that there was a chance we would fly forward and... Well. I am happy to have done it. Now I'm sitting in the glazed room of the summer cottage. For some reason both A and I have to redo the test. There hangs a small sculpture of glass on the edge of the roof. It's red, green and blue and has round shapes inside of swirly black metal. I get an idea for a picture to take. Someone's eyes next to the sculpture, everything through blue smoke. I'm thinking my own eyes, but my mom shows up and tells me that hers are better since they match the colors of the sculpture better. My dad also appears, bringing two guests, a guy and a girl in their twenties possibly. He says that the sculpture is already taken in terms of photography. Back at the sea. We are sitting on a cliff in the sea. Not far away from the shore, but here it gets very deep really quickly. A refuses to retake the test. I have to do it by myself. I think about what will happen if I dive, open my eyes and see no one at the surface. All alone in the depths of the ocean. What if I freak out? - I'm just gonna enter the water here, I say and slide down from the cliff. I don't remember the rest very clearly. But I see a group of guys trying to calm down one of them, who is scared. Then I possibly retake the test. Rushing down the hundreds of floors - and landing. The end