While awake...

Well, the time is now ripe to visit the "Old Country." I have come to the point where I gently repress any or all negative memories of the place and instead bring forth such pleasant things as rye bread and 5AM morning mists. This time, of all, I feel "unusual" (as a certain Withnail would say.) By now I will be considered brainwashed, odd and perhaps slightly fascinating.
I think I will have to hold my tongue half the time I should wish to speak unless I want to be thought of as an American...

The body of water extends from the backyard property and the hill to as far as the eye can see. What upsets my attention mostly are the domesticated animals that are running around in our vast strawberry field below on the plain. I cannot really listen to my companion until I have followed the intruders' all moves, and I only hear part of what is being said. Everything is so much in order except the disturbers in the strawberry field.

I look out over the elongated hillside where I stand. I see a body of water cover all of it, and where the hill descends on all sides so does the water. It is difficult to grasp how the water remains so calm on the area at the top, but as I look out over the water nearest the small dock where I stand, I can see small water dwelling creatures move about. None of them are large enough to worry me. A tries to scare me and remarks on how he just saw the water stir further away by some sea monster. I just laugh it off and simultaneously see two frogs swim through the water and reach the shore. They are swimming towards dry land so they can procreate. That is what they do.

I have the urge to swim so I wade out and whilst I walk in the lukewarm water I can see everything in it. Moving through the water is very remarkable and impressive because it is almost as if I am watching everything through the most cleanest washed window. Everything is so calm and still, and just as it always is at dusk, except now everything is covered in water.

I swim, and as I progress toward the egde of the water, toward what would be the hillside, I notice how the water remains so still despite the impossibility of it. Shouldn't it be falling downwards as water usually does? Much further below I see a very strong and impressive stream formed by the runoff in what looks like snow! Snow! I am swimming up here. I do comment to A that I can feel a slight current, but I am not drawn into it.

Far out below the hillside the water continues to expand in a most overwhelming quantity, and now that I am swimming back to shore nothing is clear, and more questions are before me than when I descended into it. Just as I regain foothold of the shore an old friend approaches it from the water. I am happy to see someone familiar.