The whole of the dream was like reading a book and seeing a movie, AND experiencing it all at the same time. I had met this beautiful man with rust colored hair.

He wore a vest with no shirt (smooth chest), and baggie pants, and beat up sneakers with no socks. He was a sea captain or a sailor.

Or something.

We were driving to his boat to sail away, and as I kind of read the line “whenever his shoes got too rank, we pulled over and bathed in the sea” I could smell the shoes (pewy) and we pulled over and waded into the ocean with all our clothes on.

We were on his boat, soon after that, and he was just the most beautiful man. He was funny and kind, and I didn’t care that he was a little dirty because he was so nice to me and obviously liked me a lot.

He went diving and I was watching from the deck of the boat, and a huge shark appeared. I was screaming and screaming and seemed to read a line that the shark emerged from the water sideways and took a chunk out of my man’s chest, as I saw it.

I couldn’t stop screaming for a long time but when I did I vowed bloody revenge on that fuc.king shark (told you it was like a movie).

So we (the one man crew and I) took a left over chunk of my dream man (I KNOW) and towed it behind the boat. It had turned into a speed boat, and the chunk of my lover was bouncing in the water like a water skier, and I could see the shark’s head poking out of the water, watching it bounce, but it wouldn’t come get it, so we circled back and tried again.

Finally somehow we got the shark, but it involved something with the sheriff (can’t remember) and I remember a murderous rage but then suddenly I was seeing my self strolling along the deck, dressed almost like my captain, and I was reading that I was friend to all creatures and had found forgiveness for the murderer of my love. I watched myself walk the deck and then saw the shark kind of following behind me like a dog.

Then I was somehow having to protect the shark from others, and suddenly I was in the house in which I grew up, in Casper Wyoming, and I was in the back yard. The shark was kinda doing a seal thing (locomotion-wise) behind me but then I saw some neighbors and one in particular was coming down the alley, so I crouched over the shark and was talking to it like a dog and trying to conceal it with my body until she left. She finally did, and I continued walking down the walk to the back gate (all the houses backed up to an alley, approximately 1.25 cars wide).

The next door neighbor then came out (bright red hair on a cute man) and then the one across the alley did, too (pale strawberry blonde hair on a cuter man) and I yelled out “it’s REDHEAD day!” and someone echoed me from inside the house but neither dude heard or noticed.

Went out the back gate with my shark and he was sitting up on a bench and bitching (yeah, I know) about his wallet. The dark red haired dude came over to take over the re-organizing of the shark’s wallet and though I had no faith, he did a good jog (though seriously, he just laid stuff in piles, on the unfolded wallet then folded it back up).

Then somehow I was married to the shark, and I’m not sure what I was at that point, but it wasn’t human, per se, and it wasn’t shark, but we were heading to bed. Our house was two up and across the alley from my childhood house and I suddenly was wearing a little camisole and tap pants, all lacy and silky, and to get my shark to come I stopped and did this little shimmy thing and he came running.

Our bed was low to the ground, and our bedroom was open to the alley, so there was no privacy at all. I woke up before I reached the bed, I think.

(Either that or I made wild monkey love to a freaking shark and don't wanna tell you about it.)


I didn't, btw.

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