(somewhat inspired by the book I'm reading: Stone of Tears)

I was in a cubic cement room with a small rectangular window at the very top of the wall across from the door. The room began to fill rapidly with water, and I was soon in over my head. Once again, I have the joy of a breathing-under-water dream (my favorite!). I learned to swim well in the water, and an attractive woman in her 20s came in and joined me. She was meant to be my teacher. She began teaching me how to swim well under water; we kept having to come to the surface to talk until I realized we could speak well underneath the water's surface. She taught me many things about my gift of swimming; I followed her around and was delighted when I saw her turn a spigot to release some air to breathe. I kept trying to do the same thing, but couldn't get it right. I kept breathing water. The most exciting thing she taught me was how to do a jet boost, or something like that. When she told me about it, I kept looking for a button to press on my suit, but she told me it was ME that did the boost, not the suit. She taught me how to bring my arms back as far as I could and then thrust them forward to turn on my jet boost. It was amazing! When we finished the lesson, we went outside the room and I saw one of those small black dome security cameras in the ceiling, and realized I was being watched the whole time. I did not like that idea.