Swim Like You Mean It

I haven’t posted anything in a while. Not that I haven’t been dreaming mind. The last couple of months have been a bit of a whirlwind. Christmas with all 4 parents (all at different times… and continents). New year celebrations, and general acclimatization have kept me busy. I also had the luxury of going to a few gigs. Andy Kim and friends, The Dears, Tokyo Police Club, and next week I’m seeing the Killers again!

But last night, I had a rather strange dream, and very different to what I normally have.

I can’t quite figure out whether I’m an outlaw on the run, or whether there’s just a sense of urgency to get from A to B. But my only route is to swim. Not just swimming pool or to an opposite river bank swim, but cross ocean swimming with Cheryl Cole of Girls Aloud fame. We start off with shorter crossings. I’m beginning to get this real buzz and sense of accomplishment (more so as in the real world, I’m actually petrified of water and don’t swim).

Then the big one. The Atlantic. A lot of preparation has gone into the trip. We have these special inflatable bubble type things to sleep in when we’re resting from swimming. Strange packages, kind of like astronaut food, to keep us nourished.

Off Cheryl and I go. We pass ships, days pass, the sea is getting choppier. We spot some sharks, so get into our inflatable bubbles. A shark manages to get into Cheryl’s and eats her. I survive.

After a while I see a shore line. I’m very excited as it means its England. I get to see my family quick and then pop on a plane to come home. I beach myself and realize I’ve reached Ireland and I’m SO disappointed. I book a taxi to take me to the other side of the island and then get back into the sea again so I can swim the last stretch to England.

But I woke up before I got there.