Crocodiles, and Capture...
Crocodiles and capture was in my dream.
I was with a group of people in a swamp, a lake, filled with crocodiles. We were trying to cross the water without being seen. So, instead of swimming, floating, rafting the top of the water, where the huge monsters could see us from below. We decided it was better to dive deep underneath them. So I swam my heart out. All the while, trying not to make any noise. I held my breath for what felt like hours. We finally made it to the other side with no harm done. Although, one of the girls up top on top of her floating inner-tube beside the dock, had lost her hair, (it might have been a wig) and wanted to go after it. Just like the Jaws flicks, everyone was minding their own business, and I was the only one yelling at her not to go, and to get out of the water.
After this, I remember there was an evil guy in charge of our peril, who wanted nothing more than to watch us squirm and die. He was torturing an innocent sweet blond thing, and I had had enough.
I said, "No more games."
He went after me, since I opened up my mouth. It too a few moments for me to have an opening to grab his larynx. His face of hatred changed like a mask into fear. I told him what it meant if I were to squeeze with only 3 lbs of pressure.
I was about to kill my evil nemesis, Bon Jovi.
I was with a group of people in a swamp, a lake, filled with crocodiles. We were trying to cross the water without being seen. So, instead of swimming, floating, rafting the top of the water, where the huge monsters could see us from below. We decided it was better to dive deep underneath them. So I swam my heart out. All the while, trying not to make any noise. I held my breath for what felt like hours. We finally made it to the other side with no harm done. Although, one of the girls up top on top of her floating inner-tube beside the dock, had lost her hair, (it might have been a wig) and wanted to go after it. Just like the Jaws flicks, everyone was minding their own business, and I was the only one yelling at her not to go, and to get out of the water.
After this, I remember there was an evil guy in charge of our peril, who wanted nothing more than to watch us squirm and die. He was torturing an innocent sweet blond thing, and I had had enough.
I said, "No more games."
He went after me, since I opened up my mouth. It too a few moments for me to have an opening to grab his larynx. His face of hatred changed like a mask into fear. I told him what it meant if I were to squeeze with only 3 lbs of pressure.
I was about to kill my evil nemesis, Bon Jovi.