The next dream I had is that I was in Auntie Margaret's pool.  And we swam to the deep end and my father said, "Look at this beautiful pearl here."  There was like seaweed and pearl.  And my father said, "Don't ever go under this ledge; you might run out of air.  I'm going to go get some pearl for Auntie Margaret's and show them how pretty it is in her pool.  And I swam around while he was getting that, and I remember telling myself not to worry about pool vents, but I was still worried about them anyway.