I was in the Philippines, at some party. Nemesis' friends were there (ClinicallyInsane included), some I saw and talked to, and some I just knew were there but couldn't see them (TheCouple+1). I knew that Nemesis was there, although, if I saw her, it was only from afar (long, beautiful dark hair). Her dad was there too; he looked at me with an expression that mixed curiosity and concern, the look of someone who's trying to understand something that is important but too new to be trusted completely right away.
It was a fancy party, at a beautiful place by a hill.For some reason, at some point, a few of the younger men on that party had to prove our worth: we had to jump into the ocean and swim against the current. We run down the hill, while some men removed their clothes, their shoes... It wasn't a competition. There was not a starting line. We knew we had to do it in order to achieve... something, I guess. Nemesis' dad was looking at the whole thing from the top of the hill, silently judging.
I just removed my shoes and jacket, and jumped into the water. For some reason I was wearing swimming trunks under my slacks (did I know this was going to happen?). The first few minutes of swimming were ok; the water was cold, but not freezing. We had to reach some sculptures that were a couple of hundred meters away from the shore, and, although most of the participants took the whole thing in a playful manner, I knew it was very important for me to try my best. And then the waves came.
A handful of us were getting closer to the sculptures when the waves started getting darker and bigger. They pushed us away from our goal, so we only could advance a few inches if we tried, and get dragged back to the shore if we gave up. The waves were big enough to make me lose sight of the sculptures, dragging me up and down, sensually, violently. I kept swimming as hard as I could.
Around 10 meters away from the sculptures, I woke up.
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