This place where you drown is neither an inch of water nor an ocean. When the hopes you hold on are dashed, you are blown away by the waves that exceed your height. You swim until you see the shore in this dream you can't name. It wasn't the storms you succumbed to, but the fishermen who didn't see you. As you move away from where you belong, crumbs from your soul fall out. Maybe there is someone who will follow the crumbs and find you, who will bring you safely to the shore and rescue you from this ocean.