Last night I dreamt that a massive wave flooded the gym. Someone I didn’t know drowned. We thought he was dead, but then watched as he sat up slowly and looked around, appearing healthy and fine. Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him. Shadowy and dark, wrapped in a cloak, with a skull made out of gold, the figure leaned forward and opening its jaw, devoured the man in a single, shimmering gulp. All that was left was a glistening neck cavity, melted at the edges like a smooth glass bottle.