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Hey, here is a strange and incredibly vivid dream I had last night.
I don't really remember how it started, but for whatever reason, I was with my parents swimming in Papa and Grandma's pool. And we had some sharks in there. Big great white sharks. I don't remember why they were there, but they were there.
But I started swimming with the sharks, and at some point it was feeding time so someone threw a seal carcas into the water, and boom, the shark starts eating. And I'm in the water with it and I start feeding it seal meat. And this shark is just chewing the fuck out of this seal, it's just like the Discovery channel. And then two more great whites come up and they're biting around for food. So I'm feeding these three giant sharks and it's kind of dangerous, but I've got it under control. I'm getting little nips here and there on my arms, a few close calls with them biting me, but everything stays stable. And then I get me arm underneath one of the sharks jaws, and he just starts chomping away on seal meat while he's resting on my arm. And right then, I swear that I am happier than I've been in a long while. I've got this giant shark eating from me, and it's... oddly beautiful in this crazy violent way. Then all of the sharks start getting more and more savage and the situation is clearly about to turn bad, so I get out of the water and towel off and let the sharks ontinue on their feeding frenzy.
Then some vague haziness and I end up back in Papa and Grandma's wildly overgrown (and now gigantic) back yard, and I'm talking with the guy whose job it is to oversee making my grandparents back yard into a successful wildlife park. (Because apparently that's what's happening now... in that way that my dreams just constantly retcon themselves.) And I ask the guy why it seems so empty. He says that he was in earlier with some clients who did some hunting. (Because apparently that's the business we're in), and I'm kind of uncomfortable with the idea, but I shake it off and ask him what animals were hunted, and before he can answer, I just know it's the sharks. Sure enough, I look over and the sharks are hung up by their tails and one of them has been gutted out like a fish. And everyone over by the sharks working on them is really proud of what they're doing. They're celebratory. And I just loose it. I look right at the park guy and say "You're fired, get the fuck out of my house!" and I storm off, and leave my parents to deal with the guy.
At that moment I know that I don't probably have the authority to fire the park manager. I mean firing someone? That's a massive thing. Now I'm even more furious because I had this emotional outburst, and now I've made a fool out of myself. I'll still have to work with this guy, and he'll know I have no power. And how this isn't even my house, so I can't really throw him out.
And then my parents come back and they completely back me. He crossed a line and the guy has to be fired. The only thing was that I had to go talk to him, and fire him in a real and professional manner. So I found the guy and told him he had crossed a line, and we had to let him go. He was actually fairly gracious, and shook my hand and left.
That's it.
for the life of me I have no idea what the fuck any of it means. Other than now, I kind of want to go feed sharks.
I don't really remember how it started, but for whatever reason, I was with my parents swimming in Papa and Grandma's pool. And we had some sharks in there. Big great white sharks. I don't remember why they were there, but they were there.
But I started swimming with the sharks, and at some point it was feeding time so someone threw a seal carcas into the water, and boom, the shark starts eating. And I'm in the water with it and I start feeding it seal meat. And this shark is just chewing the fuck out of this seal, it's just like the Discovery channel. And then two more great whites come up and they're biting around for food. So I'm feeding these three giant sharks and it's kind of dangerous, but I've got it under control. I'm getting little nips here and there on my arms, a few close calls with them biting me, but everything stays stable. And then I get me arm underneath one of the sharks jaws, and he just starts chomping away on seal meat while he's resting on my arm. And right then, I swear that I am happier than I've been in a long while. I've got this giant shark eating from me, and it's... oddly beautiful in this crazy violent way. Then all of the sharks start getting more and more savage and the situation is clearly about to turn bad, so I get out of the water and towel off and let the sharks ontinue on their feeding frenzy.
Then some vague haziness and I end up back in Papa and Grandma's wildly overgrown (and now gigantic) back yard, and I'm talking with the guy whose job it is to oversee making my grandparents back yard into a successful wildlife park. (Because apparently that's what's happening now... in that way that my dreams just constantly retcon themselves.) And I ask the guy why it seems so empty. He says that he was in earlier with some clients who did some hunting. (Because apparently that's the business we're in), and I'm kind of uncomfortable with the idea, but I shake it off and ask him what animals were hunted, and before he can answer, I just know it's the sharks. Sure enough, I look over and the sharks are hung up by their tails and one of them has been gutted out like a fish. And everyone over by the sharks working on them is really proud of what they're doing. They're celebratory. And I just loose it. I look right at the park guy and say "You're fired, get the fuck out of my house!" and I storm off, and leave my parents to deal with the guy.
At that moment I know that I don't probably have the authority to fire the park manager. I mean firing someone? That's a massive thing. Now I'm even more furious because I had this emotional outburst, and now I've made a fool out of myself. I'll still have to work with this guy, and he'll know I have no power. And how this isn't even my house, so I can't really throw him out.
And then my parents come back and they completely back me. He crossed a line and the guy has to be fired. The only thing was that I had to go talk to him, and fire him in a real and professional manner. So I found the guy and told him he had crossed a line, and we had to let him go. He was actually fairly gracious, and shook my hand and left.
That's it.
for the life of me I have no idea what the fuck any of it means. Other than now, I kind of want to go feed sharks.