I wake up and, from my bed, look out the two bedroom windows, which have merged into one depending on how I focus my eyes. It appears there is water out there. A lot of water. I go out and find myself swimming. Something is wrapped around me, binding me. The water is not too cold, but I worry about how clean it is. I turn a corner and realise I’m about to go over a waterfall, created by a steep terrace (90º) covered with water. It’s’ terrifying but I survive. I get to the end of the flood — another terrace over which no water is flowing, but which is still wet. There is a vehicle parked there, and people are at the bottom pointing up at me. Now I’m in the vehicle as they move toward me, presumably to rescue me. The vehicle is caught in water behind it and slides back and is soon part of the torrent, with me still in it. But it appears the flood is drying suddenly and quickly. Then all is blank.