Ae9 07-04-12.2

I approach a pool of water and put my face in. Right under the surface a beautiful femme face looks back at me. She has teal skin and wears some types of decorative straps on her rface, 2 or 3 or 4, crossing her features. Her lips are a bit more blue and she has long dark hair. She seems to be related to Middle Eastern, Central, or East Asian peoples. We stare at each other with increasing passion as she tries to coax me under.

I ask if she's a siren and she pauses and puts her head down, putting her forehead on mine. For some reason the dream plays over again, but she flips me over on my back this time. I accept it and go under.

The depths are beautiful, strange, and calm. My hair and beard float to te surface. My bald being begins to age backwards, feeling oceanic when I reach infancy. I recess further into a blue orb, past my origins. The siren lets me go.

I hit the bottom of the ocean, and out of a fissure two scaly taloned hands clutch the orb of I. I start to accept this fate too, as I'm curious to see what's in darker waters, but the beast can't pull me in. I fly out of its graps and into the sky, where I position myself next to the sun.