I dreamt I was working in a market that sold shark but insanely, kept them live on the premises so they would be as fresh as possible when they finally were put out for sale. They were 6-8 footers and kept in huge tanks of salt water. Something happened and the side doors on the tanks burst open. Image: me running for my life down a grocery aisle with sharks body surfing on the expelled water snapping at my body as they went by or come up behind me. I woke up. Ouff, intense.
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