How on earth am I floating in pristine albeit cold, waters and Where did this water wings come from and why are they so soothing, with orange smooth plastic radiating the sun towards my face, coating a warmth and love, but I am a forty year old man, and I do not need assistance from floatation devices I surely know how to swim, and yet, my memory of how I found myself in this Olympic size swimming pool is as non existent as a bank account that would grant me the ability to even purchase such a hole full of water, so I must not even be at home and now things are getting REALLY weird, because I just noticed the cookout going on over yonder side of this backyard and there are about sixty people lining up to get hotdogs and I am partially OK because I would want a burger, as hot dogs are not really my jam, despite liking mustard, but you can put that smack dab in the middle of a juicy burger and pretty much get the same experience, unless it happens to be a beef hotdog, and those are cool but not really hotdogs in the sense of a sandwich holding meat, but the people doing the cookout happen to be made of clouds, and I am still in this swimming pool, and splashing as though I am having a fun time, but I dislike being in swimming pools because of an event when I was a teen, and it was not pleasant and I am not reliving it now when I have just spotted the sky which is purple, and I know people are not made of clouds and the sky is not normally purple, so thankfully this must be a dream, and if this is a dream, then I can try a hotdog!