in mid-sized white boat with uncle todd + dad. cruising through typical lake-ish area of my dreams; high cliffs all around, beach-y inlets à la Falcon Camp. Very green water. uncle todd encouraged us to balance weight distribution in boat by moving forward on it. we did, and boat tipped over, from behind us, tipping all the way over and landing on top of us. uncle gone from scene.
dad and i trapped, treading water up to our chins, below upside-down bottom of boat, with just enough space to breath. boat too big to lift off, didn't occur to me to swim under and away. stuck. woke up.
i feel just exactly this way, emotionally. not drowning, but just hanging on. this was during 2nd night at alex's. ugh.
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