When I go to sleep, there is an ocean in my shoe. Tides, whales — the whole thing. There are small wars in there. Mermaids. And sunken treasures. Weird events and phenomenon are happening in there. Mapmakers and places where people disappear. Ghost ships. Giant sea monsters. I have heard tell of undersea cities. Strange encounters with otherworldly forces. When I go to sleep, there is an ocean in my shoe. Every time I awaken, it appears perfectly normal once more. Except, just for a moment, before I put it on, I get a sense of things profound, ancient, murky, and oceanic.