Swimming to Retreat

I was at a work function and got the feeling that it's purpose was for staff recognition or staff retreat. The place I arrived at seemed familiar to me. A group of staff gathered in a remote, heavily wooded area near a large lake. I asked someone who appeared as a leader how we would get the the spot we were at last year, at the other end of the lake. He said that the road to that area is under water due to flooding and that we would have to get a boat or swim to get there. I asked if he thought it would be a good idea to swim there and he assured us that it was not far and that it would not be a problem. With that, I gathered a small group of people to swim across the lake. As we swam, around a rocky ridge, the lake seemed to grow into what seemed more like a sea, with huge cliffs and rocky caves pronouncing the shoreline. At this point my anxiety grew so I decided to grab hold of large pieces of drift wood and used them for heir buoyancy. I swam, like this until I reached the destination. The destination resembled a college hall or high school building. Coworkers and strangers alike roamed the halls in an aimless manner. Soon it came time to head back to the car and once again, anxiety peaked at the thought of swimming there. Once again, I grabbed drift wood and asked a friend to paddle with me. The friend turned out to be a kid I knew in high school. I never liked him much and felt that his unpredictable behavior would proof disastrous for me. At a rocky outcrop, I left him and swam the rest of the way on my own.