I'm at a bright beach house, and looking out at the ocean, there are huge waves, like 50 feet tall. I watch them for a while to see if they look dangerous, or have strong undertows. I can't see anything too suspicious, but that sure is a lot of water moving around.

I ask the other people in the house if the Big Waves are dangerous, or if anybody goes Big Wave Swimming. My recently deceased friend Wade seems to be the owner of the house, and he's there picking through a pile of clothes or something. His answer seems to be that if I went swimming in the Big Waves, it would probably be a big favor to everyone else - I'm presuming, for proving that it can be done.

Well that settles it, I'm going Big Wave Swimming!

(I think I used the term "Big Wave Swimming" for that activity in Hawaii last year)