It was that dream where I find myself waking up staring strait into the sun, and I realize I am floating face up in an inner-tube in the middle of the sea. Just as I realize where I am, I think, “how did I get here? oh yea this is a dream” and I roll over to go back to sleep, tumbling into the sea. As I sink, I don’t need to breath, I just sink. As I am sinking I am torn to pieces by a giant shark, and the world goes dark.
When I open my eyes, I am swimming, and swimming. I feel my powerful body. I am strong and driven. I swim and swim and never stop.
I am never going to find myself floating helplessly in the middle of the ocean again, I will never close my eyes again.
I am a shark.
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Sometimes dreams are weird :-)
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I wander which is weirder sometimes, dreams or life?
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Hmm, I feel that dream is weirder coz people can be anything they want in a dream
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I have heard that said about being American … doesn’t always work out that way. : )
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Maybe :-)
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I once dreamed I was a wolf. I wish I was a wolf.
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Wolf is cool. I have a Wile E. Coyote tattoo. :)
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hm, best to be the predator than the preyed on. Fine writing.
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Thank you. : )
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