My dreams have been growing stranger lately. I'm not sure whether or not I should blame this on my erratic sleeping patterns or just mark it as just another part of studying abroad.
Last night's dream was particularly strange and extremely vivid: I was on a boat in the Amazon with other about 8 other 20-somethings and - in the fashion typical of strange dreams - had no idea why I was on this boat or how I had gotten there. I was just about to say something to this effect when suddenly a blond man went overboard alongside a yellow Rubbermaid garden table and those of us on the boat set about looking for something to throw this man. A rope was soon discovered and just as another man was about to throw it to the blond man paddling water beside the floating table, a huge dolphin/shark hybrid-looking creature surfaced and ate both the blond and the table in one bite. Then cut to the boat being run aground on an island in the Amazon River after the captain made a too-abrupt attempt to flee from the creature, forcing us all to brave the water between island and shore. I, of course, chose two places behind the lead in the line, knowing this position would offer me maximum protection if the horror movies I've watched were any indication. All too soon this shark man had swam up and was beginning to attack some of the people in line. When he finally looked at me and was about to charge, I put my hand out and said, "Whoa, who are you?" to which he replied that he was the son of a human woman and a male shark who had forced her into his pack. I thought this silly since sharks don't travel in packs and was just about to tell him that when...my iPod's annoying alarm went off, ripping me from the dream with what I'm sure could only be described as a "What the heck?" look on my face.
Like I said, strange dreams. Strange, strange dreams.
Last night's dream was particularly strange and extremely vivid: I was on a boat in the Amazon with other about 8 other 20-somethings and - in the fashion typical of strange dreams - had no idea why I was on this boat or how I had gotten there. I was just about to say something to this effect when suddenly a blond man went overboard alongside a yellow Rubbermaid garden table and those of us on the boat set about looking for something to throw this man. A rope was soon discovered and just as another man was about to throw it to the blond man paddling water beside the floating table, a huge dolphin/shark hybrid-looking creature surfaced and ate both the blond and the table in one bite. Then cut to the boat being run aground on an island in the Amazon River after the captain made a too-abrupt attempt to flee from the creature, forcing us all to brave the water between island and shore. I, of course, chose two places behind the lead in the line, knowing this position would offer me maximum protection if the horror movies I've watched were any indication. All too soon this shark man had swam up and was beginning to attack some of the people in line. When he finally looked at me and was about to charge, I put my hand out and said, "Whoa, who are you?" to which he replied that he was the son of a human woman and a male shark who had forced her into his pack. I thought this silly since sharks don't travel in packs and was just about to tell him that when...my iPod's annoying alarm went off, ripping me from the dream with what I'm sure could only be described as a "What the heck?" look on my face.
Like I said, strange dreams. Strange, strange dreams.
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