When I was younger I used to have this recurring dream. There was a massive football match that the entire country was gearing up for, the government was placing high importance on it and everyone was focusing their attention on it. But our team lost. Everyone was extremely angry and the football team were tried by a court for disservices to their country. They were given a double sentence. Either they were to be executed by electric chair, or alternatively, they could attempt to climb across a sheer rock face on the cornish coast, without any ropes or equipment. The entire team chose the latter. I remember in vivid detail the attempted journeys across the rock, each in turn falling, smashing into the rock and being devoured by the giant great white sharks below. Each shark seemed to have thousands of teeth and the sea shined red with blood. Not one member of the team survived and I’ve had a phobia of sharks ever since.
