I met an unconventional beauty at the entrance to the underground swimming pool.
The swimming itself was quite strange: narrow troughs cut into the cement and covered with institutional tile.
I am unsure if I really met an unconventional beauty at the entrance to the pool or somewhere else in the fourth culpa.
Perhaps it is just wishful thinking: perhaps I was actually alone in the underground swimming pool.
The dream agents seem to take on different characteristics more and more often.
I never know what I am going to run into anymore though it almost always feels like something from the distant past of my childhood.