I remember them circling. Vividly. I did not feel the fear that would be expected in such a situation, but rather an avid curiosity and excitement about finally receiving their attention. Sharks, unsure of the number...circling my legs dangling from a surfboard. Finally, it happened and I felt a bite. Not just one, but 4 distinct bites on my right leg. I remember looking down, imagining how enormous of a wound those teeth would leave...times 4. Would I have a leg? Only, I was pleasantly shocked that upon looking down, my eyes peeped 4 scars. Time, in my dream state, must have been kind and healed my wounds in a very beautiful but immediate way because upon what seemed an instant inspection, I was greeted visually with old wounds. Like something I had earned and processed long ago. I finally became somewhat lucid in my dream, placing myself solo at a surf break in Hawaii, off the shores of Oahu at my fiancee's favorite surf break, on his most prized and artistically created koa wood surfboard. I don't remember the paddle in, or much after, except that suddenly I couldn't wait to tell my high school friends (faces vividly pictured in my dream) about the incident...and no one seemed to think it was a big deal, except for me. I realized my need to share my story was muted by my lack of physical, immediate wounds, as the healing looked to the naked eye nearly complete. I awoke in my fiancee's parents abode in Santa Fe, New Mexico with the need to share my dream and the story of the 4 healed bites on the right leg with his father, an astrologer who sparked the conversation when he mentioned Carl Jung. And some say synchronicity doesn't exist ;) I had just moved from Hawaii, after living there 5 years, accepted a proposal of marriage from my fiancee, and was off to new adventure in Colorado. Any interpretation or thoughts are welcomed.