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    Megalodon // Parachuter // Ice Mtn

    by , 02-11-2019 at 05:17 PM (47 Views)
    I dreamed of being with Jonah Hill and James Franco. We were all in a canoe in the ocean, about 20ft away from a very small island. I remember the water being so incredibly clear and calm. They jumped out and were swimming while I tossed Ritz crackers into the water. Small fish would come up and eat. Then eventually small sharks came and ate the crackers. I joked about there being sharks in the water, but the guys just joked back calmly.

    I tossed one of my last crackers in and noticed the water below us was quickly becoming darker and darker, almost like something was casting a shadow. Then it started coming into focus. A giant mouth as wide as the canoe full of teeth seemed to materialize below me. This was the biggest shark I had ever seen. The teeth scraped against the metal briefly before sinking back down into the depths, unseen.

    "Guys... GUYS WE NEED TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE." I started screaming at them to get out of the water. We all panicked, thrashing through the water until we got to the short, steep beach. A wooden fence blocked our path, but we managed to find footholes and use the branches of a tree on the other side to make climbing over easy.

    "Wait, I need to go back." James Franco said. "What, why??" James jumped down from the fence and grabbed the canoe, pulling it higher up on the shore, where it would definitely be safe from high tides. Good thinking.

    On land was an abandoned mansion. The inside was crumbling and full of old junk. I felt like we had been here before, and I knew there was nothing good to loot. At least not what I wanted. I vaguely remember a small hyena like animal jumping out from behind a pile of junk and biting my ankle. I swatted at it with a broken piece of wood, managing to shoo it away. I walked over to the pile and grabbed and even bigger piece, breaking it in half and letting out a ferocious roar that echoed through the building. I was letting every inhabitant know I was not to be messed with.

    I dreamed of being at my house I lived in through high school. It was one of the coldest days of the year; snow covered the ground but the roads were clean. I was avoiding talking to one of my neighbors because I knew they were the type that wouldn't stop talking. I walked around their house and back towards mine as I heard their garage door open.

    Looking across the street, I saw someone wearing a parachute. They were riding the brutally icy winds no more than 50 or 60ft in the air above someone's house. I was incredibly curious, but thought they were kind of dumb to be doing this on such a cold day. It must be miserable.

    I dreamed of being in a mountainous region in the winter time. I was on top of a cliff that had a rope bridge leading to another cliff on the other side of a 15ft gap. The valley below was only about 30ft down sheer cliffside, and was made into a walking path. I had my camera bag with me and was looking to take a landscape shot. I noticed Native America looking people in nothing but deer skin loin cloths walking across the snowscape.

    For some reason I was considering moving out here. Maybe it was because I liked the seclusive aspects. But knowing that tribes were nearby was a turn off. I didn't want to encroach on their space, and I didn't want any kind of hostility in any form. I packed up and started looking for a way to get off this cliff.

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