His hand reached up as if trying to touch the sky, reaching for the air. His screams muffled by the water that rushed into his lungs. He sunk bounded by ties and a metal weight. His lungs burned as the water filled them. The weight reached the bottom of the lake, fish swam past him and greens floated on above him. This would surely be his ending. His eyes burning from the cold water slowly closed as he lost consciousness.

Sitting up from his bed he tried to scream but couldn’t. He ran to the bathroom to cough up water. Water? His eyes burned and his lungs where on fire. Looking up at the mirror his face was pale and rinkled as if it had been soaking in water. Had he drunk water in his sleep? Had he gone to the bathtub and drawn some water? No he hadn’t. The bathtub was empty and his water bottle no where to be found. So what had happened? Did he drown in his sleep by means of his very own dream? Surely that was impossible and yet, it had just happened.