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Warning: Nothing past this point makes sense.
I drag the shark in my boat to a little cove in some rocks. Some super rich hotel/person had built Greek style architecture with steps that lead down into the water. It was like a house with it's own mini bay. Thats were I gutted the shark. A huge wave came right after, throwing shark guts all over their rich marble steps and walls.
Conveniently, a lady dress in a white toga came out on a balcony overlooking the steps at that same time and got PISSED. I realized this shark was too much trouble and just left it there while I ran away under a pier thing toward the place I was staying.
I had to swim under like thirty fishing lures while under the pier area which was a bit nerve wracking as I have a phobia...of being hooked by many small hooks. I get passed that and finally get to the top of the pier where I make my way back to where I was staying.
The end
I know that wasn't very exciting but I didn't want to put out all my super weird/cool experiences all at once.
I left out a lot of detail but I could smell the salt water, feel the temperature of the ocean, the rough skin of the shark and even the types of lures that were used in the pier part.
Do you're dreams usually come in this sort of story like, vivid detail?

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