Demon Sharks
Though many years have passed I still remember the dream/night mare as though it was yesterday. So clearly from beginning to end. Seeing the sharks floating around in their prison like pools starving to have a bite of me with their razor like teeth. Their aggressive turns and red eyes much as though they were the devil’s pets, for did he send them there to torment my 6 year old self? Seeing them night by night as if was a video game I couldn’t not escape I would attempt to run either side dodging and jumping away from their ready jaws with my heart pumping faster than ever before. Maybe that attracted them more? the sound of my blood pulsating faster faster throughout my veins, perhaps it was a game for them too. But then maybe I knew what I was doing was messing with them too? Perhaps it was a game for the both of us, that neither could win but did we both know that the hole time? If they knew it was a game, what was their reward? Was it me? being the same as the rest of the food chain, but the food being myself as their reward. When I would get past the many pools and I find myself close to the end, that’s when it would happen. Although every time the dream would occur I would always forget this part as if I never saw it until it was too late or maybe that was just what my brain would do to me, was I tormenting myself to see if I could finally win? I would jump the last pool and while doing so the last, the hungriest and the biggest of them all with its blazing red eyes close to the same colour as burning coal would swiftly and almost elegantly jump out of the water and get me as if it was easy for it. It could seem like he was placed there almost as a guaranty that if none of the other sharks succeeded in taking me that he would, sort of like a grim reeper. Do you think he knew what he was doing? And then the game was over, but was it really? Because a few nights later it would come again as if I never saw it in the first place.