I was standing in line at a grocery store, which was in a warehouse. It was very dark. My cashier left the register, and the store manager came up behind me, annoyed at me for not ringing up my own groceries, which I then tried to do. I was having a hard time seeing what I was doing, because it was so dark. I put my glasses on, but that didn’t help.
Meanwhile, the cashier who’d left my register received a phone call. She had always been a good person, but she’d gotten into some trouble recently through no fault of her own. The pressure was too much for her, and she was starting to overindulge in alcohol. The phone conversation started to intensify. She was standing near some sort of lake or reservoir, which had a sandy bottom dotted with some sort of sea grass. As the conversation caused her to get more and more distressed, she accidentally threw two small sharks into the water.
The sharks appeared to be young lemon sharks. No one knew exactly what they were eating. Everyone had previously thought that there wasn’t much living in the lake, but there apparently was enough to sustain two lemon sharks into adulthood.
All I wanted to do was dive with them. I saw one of the sharks with a crab in its mouth, probably a Dungeness crab. The shark was still small, so the shark could not fit the whole crab in its mouth.
