This was mostly inspired by a fear of sharks put there by Jaws and Deep Blue Sea, I'm sure. If this wasn't the sole source, it was at least a contributor.
Now, more often than not, I am fed to a pair of large sharks, usually Makos or Great Whites, but there have been Hammerheads and Bulls as well. In tonight's version of the dream, it was Great Whites. I was thrown into the water (I have no idea from where or by whom, therefore it is just as likely that I fell in accidentally from an unknown place) and set upon in short order by one of them. I fought with my first assailant with my fists, knowing that I was only prolonging the inevitable, when I was grabbed by the other one. With that part of my body immobilized, the other one clamped onto the opposite limb. Short work was made; first I was crippled and, very soon after, torn apart.
The funny thing is, my adrenaline gets going, but I am not afraid when faced with this inevitable. The sharks are going to win, but I never let them take me down without a fight. My normal mind panics at the sight of real blood, and I will get light-headed; from there, the room may spin and I will often need to sit down. In these recent dreams, the ocean gets filled with blood and parts of me are strewn about in the best YouTube-quality shark-feeding-frenzy way. However, when I wake up, I am not light-headed or terrified, just charged with self-defense adrenaline.
Dreams are funny, but not always laughable...