Also in my dream, I was apparently a really really good swimmer. In real life, if I try to swim actual laps, I come out the worse for wear, with water in my nose and lungs. But I was pretty damn good in my dream, and if I may say so, pretty damn hot as well. Swimmer's body and all that.
But these Bad Guys were trying to kill me and my family and friends, but mostly me. They put me in the bathroom and locked me in, then set the house on fire. Somehow, the bathroom was connected to the lake, so I managed to get out and swim underwater for a way long way without breathing. I was worried because they were following me in their boat at first, and I thought they could see me, but they were just going to Party Cove to get smashed. So I came up for air behind a rock, then went right back down again and swam to the opposite shore. Aaaand that's all I remember...no wait! There was a guy in my dream. No cuddles, but he did share his popcorn with me. And he seemed to like me for some reason...I'm guessing it was the swimmer's body.
