Decompression Sickness (January 11th, 2007)

Vertical water. Vertical water that I could poke my head out of. Apparently. I was swimming upwards, through some sort of plastic shaft of water, but one of the sides of this shaft you could poke your head out of for air. And I did. Quite a lot, 'cause I was going up really slowly, to safeguard myself from decompression sickness. And I had the feeling that there were people nearby.
Then there was this brown, sloping meadow with gravestones silhouetted. I think the was sea nearby, perhaps I heard it. And I was standing on the outskirts of this graveyard opening a brown package I'd got in the mail. It had been sent to me anonymously, and there was a CD inside. The cover was brown and vintage-looking, with a man on it. I'd say he was rather fit, wearing only skin except for something blue and/or red over his bits. His head was turned to the left (my left). And I figured that "Oh my god, this is porn-metal! What idiot sent me this?! There's not a chance in hell I'll like it." One guy who read this dream before, nearly laughed his head off at my wording here, but it is authentic, though perhaps not logical.