Oerravaexinh

At first all I can remember is the sound of a television show, or something like it, and I was irritated because the voices, of different characters, were apparently done by two of the same people, both with annoying, high-pitched and screechy voices, or, at least, that was how I thought of it then.

Then, I was signing up for a gym and was looking at the different options and programmes they were offering. They had a chart full of icons and a description next to them, telling customers that they offered tailored routines for various sports and specialities. I didn't like the idea of specialising so much and having to pay for it, but decided to choose swimming, as it seemed right. However, it turns out that this wasn't any normal gym, as it was actually a training centre that taught skills and habits, though I'm pretty sure there was a physical aspect to it, somehow. In order to make the challenges harder, you would swap your mind into one of the bodies they provided. For each speciality, they offered numerous different arenas that had difficulty levels from beginner to advanced members. I decided to try one out. I'm not sure how the transfer happened, but it seemed easy and natural.

The swimming challenge area that I had chosen looked much like a typical, large swimming pool, except that there was nobody about. I looked at the body that I had been given. It was a creature about four feet tall with pink skin and a thin elephant-like trunk, and it looked pretty ugly. I might have come face-to-face with it in my real body at some point. I started thinking about the implications of body-swapping, since to have your mind transferred into a different body meant that the information was being lost from the old body, and that was possibly a form of death. I was calmed by the fact that it didn't feel that way, but I did recall an odd sensation of an ending coming when the transfer happened. Later, I decided to have a look at one of their hardest swimming areas. It was a pond surrounded by mud, the bottom filled with broken glass and detritus, the water, which was extremely cold, not really looking like water but something unidentifiably different, and all manner of other hazards around. The body that you were swapped into was weirder than the last one, and it was a transparent, featureless amber-tinted ovoid, which had no apparent means of propulsion but was able to swim around anyway.

This was the second time I swapped bodies in a dream, at least as I recall.