Date: 4/9/2016
By thetruecall
I was in a WWII warship. Grandad told me he was familiar with it. He recognized it from a photo before I boarded. There were people in the water and huge sharks were swimming towards them. Katrina Gierson gave an order to kill the sharks. I began methodically shooting each shark in the head. I was using an M1 Garand and I only needed one shot for each shark. We were supposed to find a safe place on the ship because we were approaching violent sea. I didn't follow this instruction. I was looking for a beautiful girl from my past (known in the dream, but forgotten after I woke) and wandered about looking for her. I was knocked over and thrown about by the movement of the ship.