I had a recurring dream many times when I was a child. Perhaps to this day it explains why I’m afraid of water? I can’t be 100% positive of that, but when a dream recurs to you so many times between the ages of three and fifteen, you can’t help but begin to think it means something. It might sound corny or hokey to some people, but it’s something that seriously bothered me for a large portion of my life. Now onto the dream; it’s been many years, so I might not recall it all so perfectly. “Alright, guys, but you know I can’t swim,” I responded. “It’s okay. I’ll just watch,” I politely declined.