Date: 8/22/2016
By William Frederique
I was in some sort of cove or large wave pool, with a twenty foot sheer wall on the left that curved in before ending in a slight overhang. I got the impression there was a wall on my right too. We were near the ocean and this channel was parallel to it. I was swimming there with some friends. Though for some reason it was hardly waist deep. I can't remember why but there was a reason that the water was inconvenient or a danger, so I was trying to move it. I started trying to pull it apart with my hands. I brought my hands close together, curled and clenched them, and slowly pulled them apart. Kinda like Moses parting the red sea. It's like I could feel the resistance. Eventually once I got a large enough reaction, and had revealed the bed underneath I realized "Wait a minute, I'm deaming." There was really only a brief moment of full clarity, after that I became semi-lucid. I then shot up into the air and flew to the right. Now there was no wall on that side, only ocean. I was hovering a decent ways above the water, and started making waves. I would grip with my hands and pull, willing part of the water to move. It was difficult to get a lot to move at once. I would start a little ways out, and as I would make a wave I'd fly above and with it until I crashed it into the people below. I woke up shortly after that.