Cosima is not even thinking about the logic of this; it's a dream! Who cares? Accordingly, she is swimming great loops down into the depths of the fjord, feeling the tickling rush of bubbles against her face, before she bursts out in a joyous leap. The cool air is amazing, and she laughs when she has the air to do so, ridiculous and delirious, before she smashes back into the fjord in an explosion of spume and spray. It's almost like being stoned, except everything's sharper, like it's been outlined in stark winter air.

She swims until she's exhausted, whereupon she propels herself towards the nearest shore, hauling herself up onto the beach to lie, panting, grinning like an idiot, in the sun. It's only once she's beached herself that she becomes aware that her upper half-- the human half-- isn't actually wearing anything, no more than her dolphin tail is. This occupies her thoughts for a scant moment, before she shrugs it off. It's her dream, after all. And she does have great tits. She's not gonna waste energy being embarrassed.