Uuuuuuuuugh
I had this dream that I'm going to tell it exactly the way I had it.
I'm sitting by a man, the Narrator, who is chastising me on my rash decisions I've been making earlier in the dream and recounts a story to illustrate his point.
Narrator: Have you heard about poor Doug? He was a very popular surfer; looks were amazing, graceful on the water. He had it all. And then one day he went into the gas station that he always went into, bought himself a lottery ticket just like he always did and watched the numbers get pick for the day's card. The numbers were being called out and he won! He had won! He went the next day to claim his prize, and he was the only one who had all of the numbers. Doug had won five million dollars all for a one dollar ticket and the slushie he bought, just out of habit. The next day he went out on his parasail to celebrate. He forgot himself out on the water, hair whipping around his face, the water as clear as it had ever been before...and he felt something nudge the bottom of his parasail.
(At this point in the dream, we back up off of Doug's face and get an aeriel view of the water. In the ocean there are thousands of sharks. Huge, Great White sharks. Swimming in much the same fashion that the gulf stream was moving in Finding Nemo. It's like a demented, carnivorous deep end of the pool line. We zoom back up to Doug's face, who looks horrified.)
Narrator: Doug had passed the line. He'd gone into shark territory all because of his inability to look at what was around him. He urged the parasail on, to go faster and take him out of this danger. After ten minutes of fighting currents--both air and water--and dodging dorsal fins and snapping jaws, Doug made it back to the relative safety of the shallow end. Shaken, he made his way towards the shore thinking to himself, "I just won $5 million dollars. And I just got away from the sharks! This has got to be the greatest day ever." As he got nearer to shore, he decided to swim the rest of the way in. He jumped off the parasail and dove underwater. Opening his eyes briefly to look around him, he saw what looked to be a cute school of smaller sharks.
(We back off of Doug again and can see about 5 to 10 sharks swimming lazily without intent or maliciousness. They have markings that sort of resemble jersey cow print, and long beaks like dolphins.)
Narrator: Doug kicked his feet hard to get to the surface when a shark spotted him. [Pause] What Doug failed to remember is that all sharks are carnivorous. All sharks are hunters. It doesn't matter what they look like and these were no different.
AAAAAAAAAAND at this point in my dream, I began to realize what exactly was going to happen to Doug and I censored it out in my brain. I actually thought to myself, "Oh god this is going to be gross. Please don't tell me" and the result was:
Narrator: They went after his ________ and then after they were through with that they went for his ________. All that was left of Doug was ________.
Then I woke up with my legs tingling and thinking in my head, "WHAT kind of moral is that? He learns his lesson and dies anyway?"
I think this might be one of the four dreams I've had that might have a deeper meaning, except that I already know I have a phobia about deep water and deep water creatures. *shudders*
I'm sitting by a man, the Narrator, who is chastising me on my rash decisions I've been making earlier in the dream and recounts a story to illustrate his point.
Narrator: Have you heard about poor Doug? He was a very popular surfer; looks were amazing, graceful on the water. He had it all. And then one day he went into the gas station that he always went into, bought himself a lottery ticket just like he always did and watched the numbers get pick for the day's card. The numbers were being called out and he won! He had won! He went the next day to claim his prize, and he was the only one who had all of the numbers. Doug had won five million dollars all for a one dollar ticket and the slushie he bought, just out of habit. The next day he went out on his parasail to celebrate. He forgot himself out on the water, hair whipping around his face, the water as clear as it had ever been before...and he felt something nudge the bottom of his parasail.
(At this point in the dream, we back up off of Doug's face and get an aeriel view of the water. In the ocean there are thousands of sharks. Huge, Great White sharks. Swimming in much the same fashion that the gulf stream was moving in Finding Nemo. It's like a demented, carnivorous deep end of the pool line. We zoom back up to Doug's face, who looks horrified.)
Narrator: Doug had passed the line. He'd gone into shark territory all because of his inability to look at what was around him. He urged the parasail on, to go faster and take him out of this danger. After ten minutes of fighting currents--both air and water--and dodging dorsal fins and snapping jaws, Doug made it back to the relative safety of the shallow end. Shaken, he made his way towards the shore thinking to himself, "I just won $5 million dollars. And I just got away from the sharks! This has got to be the greatest day ever." As he got nearer to shore, he decided to swim the rest of the way in. He jumped off the parasail and dove underwater. Opening his eyes briefly to look around him, he saw what looked to be a cute school of smaller sharks.
(We back off of Doug again and can see about 5 to 10 sharks swimming lazily without intent or maliciousness. They have markings that sort of resemble jersey cow print, and long beaks like dolphins.)
Narrator: Doug kicked his feet hard to get to the surface when a shark spotted him. [Pause] What Doug failed to remember is that all sharks are carnivorous. All sharks are hunters. It doesn't matter what they look like and these were no different.
AAAAAAAAAAND at this point in my dream, I began to realize what exactly was going to happen to Doug and I censored it out in my brain. I actually thought to myself, "Oh god this is going to be gross. Please don't tell me" and the result was:
Narrator: They went after his ________ and then after they were through with that they went for his ________. All that was left of Doug was ________.
Then I woke up with my legs tingling and thinking in my head, "WHAT kind of moral is that? He learns his lesson and dies anyway?"
I think this might be one of the four dreams I've had that might have a deeper meaning, except that I already know I have a phobia about deep water and deep water creatures. *shudders*