Shamu is back, and that is not a good thing!  I’m sitting here on a Sunday morning watching The Jetsons on Cartoon Network to try to scrub my mind of the horrible dream I had last night that featured, the ultimate haunter of me, orca whales!  I guess a few days ago I wished to be able to get my vivid dreams back, and you know what they say…  Be careful of what you wish for!

So this is what happened.  I was in Hawaii with my family, although it didn’t look like Hawaii.  It looked like Lake Powell, but with white sand and crystal clear ocean water.  We were on a big giant boat, similar to a transport boat they use when you are going to Catalina Island.  I was on the top deck, looking over the rail with my dad, when one of those sneaky little suckers popped up and started swimming by our boat.  It was a really weird looking orca, like it had fur.  My dad told me that was his winter coat, which meant he was really hungry.  The first one left soon, and we were still on our little cruise to nowhere, when another one came and started swimming by our boat.  With every jump and crest by the whale, our boat rocked.  I was so scared of the rocking, that I had to hold on to the rail, which meant I also had to watch the whale.  My dad told me that they were just “dolphining” and it was fine, so don’t be scared.  Ya right!  They are still wearing their winter coats and my boat is rocking!  As we rode our boat, this happened several times.  We go in to this weird bay where we see this giant pontoon style boat that is made completely of blue inflatable plastic, the kind that water wings are made of.  I think to myself, “Hey, at least I’m not on that boat!  The orcas would definitely sink that!”  True to dreams, the moment I thought that, I was suddenly in a hybrid inflatable boat/recliner in the water.  Rachel was floating next to me and told me that whales don’t come in the bay, but even if they did, as long as I stayed out of the water I would be fine.  Of course, right by my leg I notice an inch long cut in my inflatable recliner.  I moved my leg to cover it up, but then my leg fell asleep and I had to move it, then I started sinking.  Just as I was sinking and saw those SUPER creepy dorsal fins heading my way, I woke myself up.

Just in the nick of time!  I really do like that I had a dream that I could remember, but really?  Whales?  I hate them!  It is true, though.  If you start keeping track of your dreams, you start dreaming more and remembering them.  Let’s just hope they get a lot less scary from here.  On a positive note, it kept me from sleeping in for Daylight Savings.  (Side note, searching for an image for this blog post was horrifying!  I decided if I searched costume, it would be a lot less scary, so that is why we have the Shamu mascot.  I can handle that, mostly… )