Swimming with sharks, evidently. That was only the "what" of the dream. The "where" involved birds.
I started my dangerous entreprise from a small rocky island, many others sat nearby. My goal; a fairly rocky shore some two hundred feet away. I initially approached the islands from a helicopter-passenger POV, though minus the helicopter. Yep - weird.
I started my dangerous entreprise from a small rocky island, many others sat nearby. My goal; a fairly rocky shore some two hundred feet away. I initially approached the islands from a helicopter-passenger POV, though minus the helicopter. Yep - weird.
American White Pelican (Pelecanus erythrorhynchos)
Image online here
Scores of birds dotted the outcrops below. I could only make out three groups: American White Pelican, Glaucous Gull and indeterminant Terns. I could retire on a nickel for every time I've seen the latter in the field.
Glaucous-winged Gull (Larus glauscesens)
Image online here
As best I can noodle out, this places me and the birds on the central California coast.
The dream ended with my being in the water, swimming toward shore. Thoughts of becoming a shark breakfast created no small amount of anxiety. I could be wrong, but I believe I saw a dorsal fin peak through the surface in my periferal vision.
Thank God that was just a dream. 60 degree, shark infested, waters? No thank you!
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