With all the attention Sea World has been getting lately, it made me reminisce about a
dream nightmare I had as a child that would haunt me for years. Yeah, I know, it’s been a while since I was a child but work with me will you?
In spite of my
deathly irrational paralyzing fear of drowning, I’m obsessed with all things marine, especially sharks and whales. The thought of swimming with them sounds great in theory, but there is no way I could ever do it. No way. That said, I watch everything I can about these creatures and think it’s a sign from God that Shark Week always falls near my birthday:) And I spent a summer going to Sea World to see the whales and well, some of the performers too.
My trips at 16 were no small accomplishment due to my aforementioned nightmares about Shamu leaving the tank and stalking people in the gift shop. Yeah, that was what my 5(?) year old mind came up with after my first remembered trip there. The picture below is of a simpler time when I didn’t know that I would have nightmares later. This stinking nightmare stayed with me for the longest time and I kind of held it against Shamu in particular and orcas in general. At random intervals I’d rehash this dream.
A happier time before knowledge...
