Christopher’s Dream Journal V

I am the proud father of a beautiful 6 year old girl.  She is the short-black-haired-adorable-apple-of-my-eye, and I decide to take her to swimming lessons.  We’re having a great time.  She’s a natural!  Splashing, kicking, laughing, giggling.  One of the best father/daughter activities known to man.  I’d recommend it.
As I lift her out of the water, she laughs out loud, which warms my heart ever so much.  I’m holding her in my arms, and she looks at me as if to say “Daddy, I love you.” Then the entirety of her eyes wash over and become black pools.  Her eyebrows turn inward, forming a villainous V, and she smiles a big razor sharped grin.  I drop her back into the pool at the sight of this horrific transformation.  She begins to swim at an amazing speed gnashing and gnawing at all the other swimming parents and children.  Really, scaring the shit out of everybody.  Then I wake up.

I’m not supposed to be a father, apparently.

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