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I dreamed of shark-parasailing. I and a friend of mine went to the ocean, with my wife (I was male in this dream) and adorable little blonde 4-y-o daughter. We had a shark cage, although it was a puny wooden thing, with a parasail attached. My friend went into the shark cage and we threw it in, while I harnessed myself into the parasail. The shark took the bait, grabbed the cage my friend was in, and towed it around the ocean, while I flew above. I was a little worried because we kept going so long. Then we got to the edge of a bluff, and I landed and pulled the shark cage up. My friend unlatched the door and tumbled out, but the shark had come up too, and it held on with teeth and stubby little hands that didn't work very well yet. A small manta ray flopped up on the sand, trying to avoid the shark, meeping in desperation. My daughter felt bad for it, so we found it a safe inlet to stay in, and we petted it for a while. But then when we tried to leave, it would hop out and hug our legs with its wings.