I’m at the edge of a river. Looking down. Behind me, green grass.

There are friends of mine playing in the water. Enjoying themselves. There’s a definite buzz about the scene.

As I stand at the edge of this flowing waterway, I hear an inner voice waft it’s way through my psychic senses. “A 27-year old who entered the body of a fish ...”

I find this to be quite a revelation. Poised at the precipice, I begin zealously reciting the words to the group assembled in the water below. “A 27-year old who entered the body of a fish, who became the fish...”. There is a trance-like monotony about my tone which seems to pull me in deeper, and I enter a state of more clearly lucid dreaming.

Below, I now see a white fish. It’s skin - appearing like rows of thin flakes/slices. Before I know it I have dived into the water, entered the body of the fish, and become one and the same.

Swimming as a fish is nice. I feel warm and fairly safe in the water, and notice that my underwater sight is different now. As is the experience of breathing underwater - much less strained than one would experience as a human.

I move in the direction of the bank - I notice there are other fishies about too. Yet something seems to have attached itself to me. I find this a little bothersome. I begin to contemplate (Yes. I’m a deep-thinking fish) that this is one thing that makes my life a little difficult. I can’t really get rid of things that stick or attach themselves to me.

scene shift *

I’m still at the river, but no longer a fish. Instead I’m looking at the river. I’m still lucid, and am surprised to find the water level dropping somewhat. What’s up? I ask myself.

I turn to face the direction in which the water is flowing (seemingly underneath a road), and see the water rapidly disappearing down the tunnel beyond. I watch as the muddy surface of the river begins to reveal itself anew - the small plant life that lives there now in clear view.

Watching this, I decide to take action. I preferred the flowing river.

I command the river to start flowing once again. The river seems to hear me - water starts rumbling past, but then stops abruptly. There’s a silence in the air. It’s as though the river is speaking to me. Somehow I know that if I want the water to flow, I have to feel some excitement and gratitude when it actually does so.

Again I call out my command, but this time when the water starts flowing, I begin cheering excitedly. Wooh. Yeh. Woah. Check that out. The scene is a gush with energy, water licking at my knees, white splashes bumbling past.