Diving Bell

So I had a midterm for my fish physiology exam due today. I had 24 hours to complete it, and I think it took like 6 or 7 to finish completely. Needless to say it took up a lot of my time. I suppose I could of worked on it more last night, but coconut chicken sounds waaaay more inviting. I did end up working more on it when I got home after eating said chicken. About midnight I began feeling ver y sl ee py. So who am I to argue with my sleep cycle? I dreamed about diving bells, something I had never heard of until I started my midterm, and the world wide web seems to know little about in terms of partial pressure anyway. . . And the horrors of decompression.

Back to the dream:
It was kinda creepy, being all cramped into an iron bell thing, and being lowered into the ocean. It felt really real and freaked me out. Later on in the dream I was in that stupid little yellow sub from the beginning of Titanic. Some freaking way I ended up outside of the sub, everyone inside was like, WTF?! I remember it felt really really cold. I was huddled on the bottom of the ocean with everyone looking at me from inside the sub like, how the bloody hell did you get outside and why are you not deceased?! I remember feeling like I was holding my breath. It was a weird experience. I reached into the piece of wreckage near me and grabbed something mundane out of it, that is all i remember, is that it was mundane. I just remember everything looking sad, and yellowly, and decrepit like in the movie when they did the dive. And very cold. And then somehow I was back in the sub, everyone was like, "whoa cool, apparently partial press this low won't crush you like we thought!" Thanks partial pressure, for the really cool dream.