So, this morning I wake up after having this supercrazy dream. Hold please, laundry.
Anywho. Crazy dream.
I'm at this sea-based resort that is, quite suddenly, under attack from a giant great-white shark. I'm not talking Jaws-size. I'm talking twice that. And it's big and munching people and so on. I'm out with either some scientists or officials from the resort and we see it and are trying not to freak out, when a man steps out from the main french doors of the place and starts calling everyone to get out of the water and into the main building [which is a giant collumn of concrete in the ocean, but still safe somehow]. That man is MacGyver. Woo. So me and those other people team up with MacGyver to try and figure a way to get rid of the shark while everyone is trying to get into the main building from the outlying random concrete islands [yes, everything is concrete--it's like a big blobby square with little blobbies "floating" around it for people to swim to and bask on and so on and so forth. Not for the faint of swimmers.]. We try various means of low-tech things and go on until someone else gets munched. At this point, two other men step out with large guns and make the last call for everyone to get into the building. These men are Ryan and Esposito [sp?] from Castle. Squee! So they're calling everyone in, and me and the scientists and Mac go in [but not everyone can make it just yet]. There's some talk about how to get rid of it and then the boys start firing their guns to scare off the shark and so on, and a plan is hatched to distract it so that me and some of the others can bring the rest of the people in. While lying on the floor with their guns emptying, Ryan and Esposito notice a big bin of sports ball toys. They each grab one--Espo gets a sort of playground ball on an elastic cord and Ryan pulls out a small football shaped one on an elastic cord. Having found the one that will go farther, Ryan takes the lead. We all go out and he's hitting the water with the toy to attract the shark's attention. Having done this, he launches it out waaaaaaaaaaaay out into the water and the shark goes after it [because it's a ginormous dogshark thing]. Me and the others start heading out to pick up the stranded people. At this point, a couple on a lone small island, who happen to be my parents in wedding clothing, starts a cheer. Dad hollers, "Give me a D!" and a large group on a larger island yell, "D!" Dad continues with, "Gimme a fence!" "FENCE." "What's that spell?" "DEFENSE."
Yes. Weird. I know.
So we're out rescuing people [sadly, I don't know if or when my parents were rescued, but they weren't my parents in the dream--you know how it goes]. And I'm swimming next to an island about to start cajoling the kids to come with me when, out of nowhere, there's this giant shark-face next to me...only it's not a shark. Well, it is, but it's more cartoony, I guess. It's got a smallish mouth [kind of like Jabberjaw, now that I think of it], and no teeth and looks incredibly happy. Astride this startling monstrosity is my department manager, Christine. She announces that she's been going around to the islands on her mount, delivering fruit to everyone to keep them healthy. End cameo.
At this point I would love to say that we killed the shark, but really we just all made it back into the main building and some magical dream transition happened and it was years later and I was there with Ryan and Espo [but not Mac, we can safely assume he was off either saving the world or a kid from a life-time drug habit], and the lady scientist was explaining how they had relocated the giant evil shark into nonpopulated and unused parts of the ocean and attached a camera to it so we could see where it was or something. And she flipped on the monitor to reveal the shark seeing the corpse of another ginormous shark--only not as big and somehow we knew it was a younger one that was dead.
Or is it? No. No it isn't.
At this point I wake up and look at the clock and see that it is 8:19. I proceed to freak out because I have to shower and be at work by nine. It's completely doable, but if I'm not ten minutes early for work, I feel LATE. Stupid redzone.
Then I hear Nicole coming downstairs after her shower and realize that this is, in fact, just more dream and I roll over to go back to sleep knowing that it's barely past 6:30.
Of course, I can't get back to sleep, but this isn't surprising since I had trouble getting to sleep last night and then was disturbed by a sleeping but restless bunkmate who was poking me, even though I was occupying a minimal amount of space on the edge of my side of the bed. Seriously.
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