Got out into the deep water swimming there for some reason after dark with the moon out, and Ann’s karate instructor or personal bodyguard is with us and then the storm starts to come up, with the moon occluded. And for some reason I decide to seek shelter farther out, on the island with the flimsy hut I see on it.
When I get out of the water, I realize Ann and the karate instructor are still treading water out there. I also realize the island is now surrounded by circling killer whales and the storm’s getting worse.
That’s when the polar bears, arctic foxes, wolves, and huge snowy owls pop up out of the sea and jump onto the island with me. Except now I realize it’s not really an island–it’s a large piece of floating ice.
All the animals are look at me. They all have huge, beautiful eyes. They’re just staring at me. Ann and the karate instructor are making for the shore. I think they believe I’ve already made it to shore. Indeed, I can see a dark figure waving from the beach.
But the animals are still staring. Huffing, too. Their proportions are all wrong. The owl’s as big as a polar bear, but the polar bear is about the six of a fox, and the fox is enormous. The fox is huffing. The storm’s coming up and the hut behind me is already being torn to bits. I don’t know what the animals want. I’m tempted to run past them into the water and risk the killer whales, whose fins keep cutting through the waves, glistening in the faint light left from the clouded moon.
The animals start to crowd me. Then I wake up. The whole experience has the terrible texture of something real, so I’m relieved it’s a dream, because it just didn’t seem like a tenable position, ya know?