Dark Water

I have recurring dreams about evil carnivores lurking invisibly under the black surface of a body of water.

Sometimes it's the ocean, but more frequently it resembles lake houston. I remember riding on the jet ski my brother owned for a short time. My family has a history of large, foolish nautical purchases that are soon regretted and resold. I enjoyed it, but out in lake houston I couldn't put the fact out of my mind that there were alligators out there, and if we ran over one I'd probably be eaten and there was nothing anyone could really do about it.

Often the dream involves the collapse of the bridge over lake Houston, spilling me and my car into the water. Sometimes I can drive it for a while, like a submarine. Generally I'm forced to abandon it.

Last night I made it safely to shore to be greeted by a group of unsuspecting local yokels out barbecuing on the soily lake-beach. They were pretty much asking for it.

A great white shark with the coloration of an orca attacked. If you've ever seen an orca attacking seals on a beach you know what this looks like.

After the initial attack, the shark managed to somehow pull itself along the ground with om-nom-nomming jaw motions, jumping forward a few feet every time it chomped some poor, unsuspecting suburban fool. I'm still not sure whether it was more amusing or horrifying.

The shark had a swarm of shark puppies that followed it onto shore soon after the carnage had died down. They fed on the scraps and limbless torsos left in its mother's wake.