A Swallow’s Last Splash

Last night, I had this wild dream about a little swallow.
It wasn't flying gracefully through the sky; instead, it was flopping around in deep water.
I felt this intense panic, like I was on a sinking ship watching it struggle to survive.
I woke up feeling heavy-hearted and confused.
What's with the swallow?
Am I drowning in my own responsibilities?
The contrast between its freedom and that dark water hit me hard.
Anyone ever have dreams like that where the vibe is just so off?
Maybe it's time for some soul-searching or just a good old-fashioned reflection session over coffee!
What do you think—symbolic or just random dream junk?