Wildlife Affecting My Dreams

Well, I am at the beach. It's great fun. Yesterday, we went para-sailing (if that's how you spell it). It was weird being up so high in the air. My sisters and I were in the same harness, which was fun. We saw three sharks from high above. One of them was only about 50 yards from where they dunked us before pulling us back to the ship. Thus, we freaked out while we were bouncing in the swells, though I imagine that 50 yards was a gross exaggeration. We probably were much farther.

You would think that would be enough wildlife for one day. It should have been were we not so adventurous. We went jet-skiing to a small Carolina wharf to have lunch. While in the rivers, we spotted a giant alligator on the shoreline. Gluttons for danger and/or punishment, we circled back five times to see it, and in alignment with our heritage, take a picture (stab at mother!).

Unfortunately, such adventures made me sea-minded at bedtime. After watching the midnight premier of Eclipse with my sisters, being thoroughly tired, I felt like I was floating on my back in the water, even though I was only on my solid, stable, flat, and non-moving bed. While trying to drift asleep, each time I drowsed off, immediately a giant alligator head surfaced in my heart and I immediately jerked awake with an intake of breath. This happened five times before I was finally able to fall asleep without dreaming of this alligator. It's amazing how real and frightening dreams can prove to be.

Today, I was contented by a harmless dolphin off the shoreline, as I sat in the sun reading the last of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet . My sisters laughed that I would read Shakespeare on my own, and so would I have if before my Shakespeare class this past winter. I loved it. And now, I love Shakespeare. I never thought I'd be converted. But alas! I was.