I know first hand about drowning. As a youngster, I was left alone near the shore of a lake floating in a stryofoam tire. I flipped over trying to find the fishes and ended up being revived on the shore. My parents brilliantly decided to place me back into the water to prevent any long-term fears. Unfortunately, I only became more obsessed with water. At age 12, I was surfing in an early winter storm when a close-out wave pounded me into the bottom of the ocean and pulled me out to sea. I barely survived. (Dear Emily Post, I am coming to the conclusion that I may have been neglected as a young child and pre-adult. What should I do? Are drowning nightmares common? Signed: Confused in Entrepreneur, Texas).