I dreamed the pool was full of clocks

I'm standing at the edge of the off-season pool, and the water is full of old clock faces, each one ticking at a different speed. Some float, some sink, and the regular who used to swim for ninety minutes is there, just reading the ripples like they're captions. I dip my hand in and the clocks go quiet, all at once, and then I wake up with my palms wet.