Dreamt of standing high on a snowy bluff, looking over the sea. A golden retriever had fallen in and was struggling to swim in the icy water. I dove in. As I hit the surface, the water began to freeze. But due to the churning of the waves and the high salt content, the water turned to slush instead of solid ice. I swam with the dog — helping keep its head above water as needed –under the cliff to a point where we could both climb out onto a staircase made of snow.