Another nightmare part 2

 It's currently 2:42am. I had another nightmare, this time I dreamt about suicide. I met an old man about the age of 54. He began to regale me with stories of his time living near a frozen lake. This place was a frozen tundra, about a town of 30-50 people. He told me of the common frequency of the suicides that have taken place near his home, in the lake. He told me stories of the elderly that grew tired of living who decided to enter the icy abyss of the lake, they would make a hole, and dive in, never to return. It wasn't until later that he managed to fish some of them out. One elderly man, another younger woman, and someone else who I cannot for the life of me remember. What I do remember, was each of their skin color, pale as milk. Their hands were stiff, and mangled in opposite directions, their eyes were bloodshot, and yet still. I began to imagine myself in their position, I would make a hole, I would take my final breath of air and jump into it. Full body and all, I would feel the cold at first, my muscles stiffening, my lungs begin to give out, filling with cool water, then numbness. A numbness to end the numbness, a final slumber to end all slumbers. My final view would be at the icy blue color of the frozen water above me, a final glimpse into beauty.