Monday morning, around 5:50am.

I was sitting on the bottom of a pool - definitely not the ocean as there was no sand. It wasn't your normal public pool either. It was very big, devoid of other lifeforms. The water was blue and wavy like the ocean, but had no taste or smell.

I decided I had been 'down' long enough and needed to come up for air.

I used my feet to push myself off the bottom, and rose up through several metres of water.
Part of the way there I realised I should've stayed where I was, as this was a dream. I forgot this thought and kept rising. I got worried due to how deep the water was....but got to the surface. The surface was almost plasticky and hard to break through, but I did.

Fade to black.

Wake up. Morning. Time for Mitten's breakfast.

-I think this was just a way for my brain to picturalise (sp?) the waking up process, rising through the different levels of unconsciousness?