I am on a boat with a group of people and we are all anxiously awaiting something. Then one by one we all take turns jumping into a cylidrical shark cage that has a domed clear glass bottom. Below us are white sharks that take rush toward the cage and attempt to swallow its newly submerged contents. I remember seeing clear down the suckers throat.
Back at base camp we are all shooting the shit and have a good time when the guide says "where is rusty?" Rusty is my brother in real life and today in dream life. I am paniced. Then one of the children pipes up. "He took the boat to go dive more by himself." "Fuck," says the captain and begins to explain that the cage require two people to opporate and if you jump in it alone you can never get out. We take off looking for him only we have to use the house boat becaue there are no other boats.
On the open water we run into my friend Sarah from alaska and she has a small zippy boat and starts to help us. Then we see Luke and has a inflatable raft, the nice kind used by navy seals. He tells us that he has seen the boat and knows where Rusty is. The captian insturcts me to drive the house boat back to port and he and Luke will go get Rusty. I comply.
On the ride back i beach on what looks to be an exaggerated version of the Econ River. The water is the color of over steeped tea and the woods are overgrown and mangy like most swamp woods in florida. I jump down onto the white sand and when I turn around the house boat is gone and my friend Ryan is there but he looks like he did when we were teenagers, he has gotten very fat as an adult. I explain the situation to him and he says, "lets head up this way through the woods, we can make it back to camp through there."
The woods are particularly dense and at times i have to move on all fours to get through. Pushing into a clearing I realise that we are in someone back yard. Without thinking we walk onto the back porch and into the house. No one is home and we get drinks and start watching televison on their tacky, puffy, blue, 80s couches. It suddenly hits me that we dont live here and the owners could be home at any min. I tell Ryan we gotta go and we bolt out the front door with out even closing it. I remember worrying that they may have a front door cam and see us. Ryan laughs and we keep running.
After a while we come to a series of retentions ponds, all in a row with thin tracks of grass between them. There are a shit ton of people fishing in all of them. As we walk through and around them we greet all the fisthermen and they seem to know that we broke into the house but I get the feelign they have also. Then we see Luke. I ask him if they saved my brother and he says yes but tells the story as though it happned weeks ago. Its starting to get dark as the three of us head back toward the woods. My alarm goes off.
Back at base camp we are all shooting the shit and have a good time when the guide says "where is rusty?" Rusty is my brother in real life and today in dream life. I am paniced. Then one of the children pipes up. "He took the boat to go dive more by himself." "Fuck," says the captain and begins to explain that the cage require two people to opporate and if you jump in it alone you can never get out. We take off looking for him only we have to use the house boat becaue there are no other boats.
On the open water we run into my friend Sarah from alaska and she has a small zippy boat and starts to help us. Then we see Luke and has a inflatable raft, the nice kind used by navy seals. He tells us that he has seen the boat and knows where Rusty is. The captian insturcts me to drive the house boat back to port and he and Luke will go get Rusty. I comply.
On the ride back i beach on what looks to be an exaggerated version of the Econ River. The water is the color of over steeped tea and the woods are overgrown and mangy like most swamp woods in florida. I jump down onto the white sand and when I turn around the house boat is gone and my friend Ryan is there but he looks like he did when we were teenagers, he has gotten very fat as an adult. I explain the situation to him and he says, "lets head up this way through the woods, we can make it back to camp through there."
The woods are particularly dense and at times i have to move on all fours to get through. Pushing into a clearing I realise that we are in someone back yard. Without thinking we walk onto the back porch and into the house. No one is home and we get drinks and start watching televison on their tacky, puffy, blue, 80s couches. It suddenly hits me that we dont live here and the owners could be home at any min. I tell Ryan we gotta go and we bolt out the front door with out even closing it. I remember worrying that they may have a front door cam and see us. Ryan laughs and we keep running.
After a while we come to a series of retentions ponds, all in a row with thin tracks of grass between them. There are a shit ton of people fishing in all of them. As we walk through and around them we greet all the fisthermen and they seem to know that we broke into the house but I get the feelign they have also. Then we see Luke. I ask him if they saved my brother and he says yes but tells the story as though it happned weeks ago. Its starting to get dark as the three of us head back toward the woods. My alarm goes off.
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