Fear of Water?

Last night I had a really eerie dream. The kind that make you wake up and think, "Dang I'm glad that was just a dream." This is how it all went down:
My grandparents on the Livingston side were taking Ike and I on the usual camping trip we always used to take every summer. Only this time we were going to a lake on the outskirts of Seattle (p.s. IS there a lake on the outskirts of Seattle? Because I would really like to know how my brain came up with that one). In order to get to this lake we had to drive through a very dense forest with absolutely no light except what was coming out of the headlights of the car. Everything about this dream was dark, let me tell ya. Then when we got to the lake there was nobody else there. The shore was totally abandoned. We were staying in this little shack that looked a LOT bigger on the inside. Ike kept trying to get me to go swimming in the lake but I refused over and over. At one point in the dream I went up on this bridge going over the lake (where I could see Seattle off in the distance) and could see down to the bottom. I don't know about you, but when I can see all the way to the bottom of a deep surface, I get kinda creeped out. It seems like you shouldn't be able to SEE all the way down there. I've always been this way, even with public pools, because I just don't want to imagine what could be down there. It's dark. It's too far down for me to breathe. The End. Anyway, I could see piles and piles of cars that had sunk to the bottom of it. There was even a separate pile of the discarded license plates. I could also see eels and other creepy-crawlies swimming around at the bottom. And Isaac kept swimming right into swarms of them. And yet he'd keep saying "Come in! Come in and swim!" I woke up really glad that I had not stayed asleep long enough to actually listen to him.