Drowning Girl Thursday November 02, 2006 Nap today, slight fever, resulting dream: I was at an apartment complex, home to a friend of my sister. Sis was babysitting the friend's daughter, a girl of about eight, and her friend, an Asian girl slightly older; there was another, younger girl who was only vaguely in the picture. We all went out to the complex swimming pool; Sis went off somewhere and the daughter and I were in the pool, hanging on the ladder by the deep end, chatting; the Asian girl dove into the water on the far side of the pool. After a minute, the girl I was talking to remarked that the Asian girl had been underwater a very long time. I looked down into the water and could see the girl near the bottom, dove down, struggled to reach the deep bottom of the pool, seeing the girl through blurry water. I pulled the girl's unconscious body to the surface, reached the closest edge and discovered that while there were steps into the pool wall, there was no hand rail and I couldn't get the girl out of the water without something to hold onto. I swam across to the opposite side of the pool, brought the girl up onto the concrete beside the pool. She was not breathing, was very gray. I told the girl I'd been talking with to go to the closest apartment and tell the people to call 911 for an ambulance; the other little girl I think went to find my sister. I began performing CPR. The drowned girl seemed strangely transformed into a flat panel, hinged, like a laptop computer, but the size of the girl, her features in slight relief in the flexible plastic surface. I continued to perform CPR, breathing where the mouth was and pressing for heart compressions where her chest was. The girl was unresponsive and I could not remember if I was performing the CPR correctly, it having been several years since I had a refresher course in it. The girl had a mobile phone specially designed for a child, large and with bright green and yellow flowers on the screen, at the top of this strange laptop panel. It began to ring. I panicked -- it was the girl's mother calling and I couldn't bear to tell her what had happened to her daughter. But in trying to shut off the ringer, I accidentally answered the phone, had to decide whether to say something or hang up. I could see people approaching -- neighbors the little girl had summoned, and I suspected my sister was coming (I was facing away from the direction she had departed, couldn't see in her direction). I thought when these people got to me, they would probaby tell me the girl was dead and I should stop trying CPR on her. =END OF DREAM= Notes: No particular ideas about this one. Did speak on my (flip-type) cell phone just before falling asleep. Read a passage in a book with some characters going down from their house to go for a swim in the pool, but in the book, they were interrupted and didn't go into the water. -- Robert