Somebody told me that I’d die if I die in my dreams. I know that that’s not true because I’ve done that before. When I was in the 7th or 8th grade, I got eaten by a shark in my dream. I’ve been sharkphobic for all my life and I guess that dream relected how strong my fear is. I was cruising on a boat and I went into the water to swim around a little. Then, I saw a shark coming towards me and I quickly got back on the boat. That didn’t solve the problem because the shark came up on board too!! As I ran away from it, it chased me, using its tail (and he was fast) just as humans use legs. (left, right, left…like that) I went around a corner and hid there but it found me and ate me. When I woke up, I felt so sorry for me because I got killed in such a tricky way (Sharks should not run!) and cried for me. Poor me…