Dreams are funny things. I usually dont like

Dreams are funny things. I usually dont like them. But then I began to dream of her. Her with me. Her body close too me. Her breathe smelling of roses. it was all so real.

Then I wake up and realize that I have no chance with the Josie from the Pussycats. I'm a giant shark named Jabber jaws. I'm not even a mammal. I have a cartilaginous skeleton that

is as fragile as it would be had it been created from matchsticks. Still an overwhelming urge to leap into the sea overtakes me and

I only hesitate to remove my bulkiest piercingings before diving in. No need to drown, being weighed down by the large metal studs attached to my

scrotum. I wouldn't be even able to get my head down to dive for Christsake! I step into the water, only to find that it's really gelatin, human gelatin made from

the bones of my best friend, how could I bring myself to swim in this gelatin pool? I stretched, calmed myself and took a deep breath before dive bombing in.

I grabbed a straw and dove in. The Jello was all too happy to swallow me whole as it shambled down the hall to trap anyone who might be in the bathroom. The straw let me breathe

but, for some reason I could not breathe anymore. And, panic set in. It seemed that my straw had an ungodly hole in it.

Nit just any hole but one very carefuly created so it couldnt be seen. Just then I worked it out. My murderer could could only be 1 person but her name would remain a secret