I had a dream a couple months ago, about DH and I being in a plane crash and being the sole survivors in the middle of the ocean. It was night time and the waves were chopping at us angrily from all sides. All we could do was try to keep our heads above the water and hold on to each other and hope that we would survive somehow. And then, all of a sudden, I knew that there was a shark underneath us. I couldn't really see it but I knew it was there and I knew it was a great white. Every once in a while, I'd catch a glimpse of it beneath the waves, a glimmer of gray or a flash of white beneath the water as it swam by. I HATE sharks. They are cold-blooded, literally and figuratively. They have those disgusting jagged rows of razor sharp teeth. They kill their own young and have no parental instincts. They are not meant to, that is not their nature. In fact, they are natural born killers. In the womb, shark babies will eat their smaller brethren. Once born, they are never nurtured or protected by their mothers. Instead, they instantly become the predators they are meant to be, circling the waters searching for a meal. They are fast and dangerous and sneaky.
In the dream, the shark was just circling underneath us in the water, playing with us. Every few moments, I could feel it's rubbery skin rubbing up against my leg or my foot. It never really attacked us, but the threat was there - and if it attacked, we knew we'd be dead in seconds. It was terrifying. Oddly enough, I somehow knew that shark was female. When I woke up, I knew that shark was NMIL.
The parallels are not lost on me.
**Title credit: Jaws (1975)