It was the morning of September 11, 2001. I had the following dream:
I am in a city, and I see a great big shark flying through the sky between the buildings. It starts to devour people with its mouth. Just when I think it could not get worse, another shark shows up, and starts devouring people. Then another (I am not sure of the number). I look for a gun to shoot them down, but my father shows up. He says for me not to use any large gun such as a shotgun, but instead to use a bee-bee gun. I thought how ridiculous, I'll never be able to kill one of these sharks with a bee-bee gun. The dream ends.
I woke up and told my wife the dream. Later that morning, she received a call from her sister in