Pov: You’re at the bottom of the ocean working on some rigging, suddenly you’re hit with a wave of nausea and you begin to lapse. A large shake and long rhythmic droning noise occur in tandem with your nausea, followed by your rigging and you beginning to sink below the sea bed. You lose communication with the outside world. You close your eyes.

You suddenly gasp and arch your head back. You’re in the kiddie pool, you’re 7 again, and in your backyard. It’s a party, a memory of a party at least. You remember that there were relatives, but you’re just by yourself. The grill is cooking patties and sizzling, there are toys scattered on the lawn but no one is in sight.

You close your eyes and its back to blackness. You’re still at the bottom of the ocean and stranded. Every time you close your eyes you switch between the two scenes. You close your eyes once again, and you return.

You remark to yourself that you will stay in the backyard, straining your eyes, willing then to stay open. You begin to struggle towards the back door. It feels like you’re wading through molasses. You briefly touch the sliding door and forcedly blink. You’re back exactly where you were, not but 2 hours before. You’re still on the boat…and you decide not to dive.

Good music too.

Thanks haha, that's some wild imagery to go with the music though I really like it. Reminds me of a similar event where I almost died underwater as a child, it was trippy.