She is on a floating dock in the middle of a lake, reclining and vaguely like a mermaid. We have talked. I paddle away on my surf board. Something brings me back (she calls me?) I paddle back with arms of Hercules.

There is a man floating face down nude in front of me. As I paddle past, brushing the ass, I feel a tingle of sensuality. He is not dead, only inert.

There is a large piece of dog shit floating in the water between she and I.

"interpret" She is mediator between the worlds. My surfboard keeps me on the surface. The nude man is me, facing the underworld, the dark world, the depths of existence and the foundation of life. The sensual tingle is the attraction of the depths of life, especially groundedness to earth. I should inhabit that body and dive down. The shit is my own and preventing me from approaching the woman. It makes me unutterably sad to know that it is my own crap pushing away what I most desire.