Shu On Ice

When I walked out onto the iced-over front porch floating in the middle of the ocean, I should've been suspicious... but I wasn't. That's because I knew that my house was built on an iceberg. And icebergs float out at sea. These things make sense in dreams.

My sister followed me out onto the front porch. We were going to do something when she somehow teleported herself to another iceberg a few hundred meters away from the front of the house. The waters were pretty rough but I could tell from what she was yelling that she wasn't the least concerned. Not even when the killer whale appeared. It launched itself out of the water and sent beads of color into the air and waves crashing against the ice as it re-entered the sea. The colors would change with every launch. I was fascinated.

Suddenly, the killer whale swam over to the porch. It threw itself onto it and slid across towards me (in much the same way they do in documentaries when they hunt for seals). I jumped out of the way and ran into the house. I wasn't scared (but)... I was going to get my camera.

The whale was still doing the same thing when I came back out. I tried to get a few good shots, but couldn't. The camera was on Auto-Portrait mode. It was stuck in a loop; focusing and refocusing on the whale while it was moving and in poor light. Why did I put it on that mode in the first place? Would've been better in Manual or at least Tv... Such a n00b.

It wasn't long until the killer whale's buddy arrived. It was also around this time that the house got an electrical short and started zapping them in the ocean. The killer whale's buddy signaled that it was "time to bail". So they swam over to the Jeep Wrangler (that happened to be parked nearby) and piled in, all the while being zapped by the house.

I hope that answers questions about my evening.