BahamutZERO's dreams

Clearness: Clear.
Vividness: Quite vivid.
Realism: Unrealistic.
Mood: Good. Also kinda scary, but in a fun way.
Lucid: No.

This dream was short, but probably because of that, I also remember it quite clearly.

It started off at my street late at night, and my sister's boyfriend stopped by with his van, opened the window and told me "We're gonna go to the beach to tomorrow. You're coming?"... "Sure", I replied.

In the next "scene" we are at the beach (I'm pretty sure I dreamed nothing inbetween those parts), and me & my sister's boyfriend decide to get into the sea as far as we can, while sis sunbaths in the sand. Everything was realistic up until this point.

We went into the sea by carefully walking on rocks, with sister's bf taking point. The further we went into the sea, the more unrealistic the surroundings became. It seemed as though we were in the middle of the sea and the beach was nowhere to be seen. The rocks we walked on also "changed" into grey inflatable shark/dolphin things.
We made progress, though it was hard, because it's difficult to keep your balance on inflatable balloon things in water.
We then reached the last inflatable shark and we could go any further, so we decided to go back. We needed to make a jump from one shark to another. Sis' bf made the jump right, but I jumped too much to the right, so I had to swim in the water a bit to get on. But then, sis' bf shouted "Watch out! There's a shark swimming near you!", and yes indeed, under the water I saw a blurry black image of a (REAL) shark swimming around. I struggled to get on the inflatable one, and I made it.

A bit further, randomly in the middle of the sea, there was this L-shaped construction made out of sandstone, perfectly made for us to sit on, and the vertical side of it went all the way up into the sky, so... in my dream, it must've "hung on the ceiling" of the sky, which is of course impossible, but really the sole purpose of that construction was that is was created by my dream so we would have something to sit on comfortably.
We reached the construction, relieved that we escaped the shark... but the shark was coming back. And he was gonna bite our feet off. I reached for the swiss army knife that I always keep in my pocket, normally... but instead, I had but a simple butter knife.
The shark jumped out of the water to bite me, and I chopped the butter knife in his mouth, and... somehow... I managed to kill him with it. Go figure.
It ended here, I think.

Recently, in real life, I told someone that "I always keep a knife in my pocket, and it sure ain't no butter knife!"
This probably explains the silly butter knife thing.