This dream, I’m not proud of.
Family is supposed to come first. Always.
All of us (whoever the us was at least included my brother and my mother) were staying at an island beach resort, sort of like this one:
But then, as it often happens in dreams, sharks appeared. It was kind of like this:
The sharks were of every variety, and they could also crawl on land! Like some kind of fish/mammal hybrid. (You’d think there was a word for some kind of creature that could exist on land and in the sea…)
A great white shark cornered my brother. It clamped down on his leg as he kicked at it and started dragging him away like an alligator would. My mother screamed for me to help him, which I immediately did – until I stopped myself. I hurried back inside to put this on the counter:
I ultimately caught up to the shark before he could reach the water and saved my brother. So win-win.
(SIDENOTE: For the record, I called to apologize to my brother the next day.)