Dream diary one

Dreamed of squid last night, great sucking things that swim and grasp with pink or pearly tentacles. Was hunting them from my submersible go-cart, ignoring safety warnings, abusing the trust of the seaside go-cart track and squid fishery our class had come to visit. Wrestled for an hour with a big, pink bastard of a squid in the caves beneath the track, wrapped it around a poisonous sea snake, brought it up to show off to my classmates, but they’d gone. Only the angry owner there to chide me for my foolishness. The pink ones are especially dangerous, he says. Poison sucker-teeth.