I was on a tour of Europe (but I don't know specifically where), when I remember I had to meet the other graduate students in my research group. I ended up driving in from a difference entrance then the rest of them. I drove through a big arch, thinking that I was in Scranton, PA (nowhere near Europe). I walked into the shark place (museum or aquarium?). Somehow I had to use the strange convoluted entrance that involved crawling through ducts in the ceiling. I ended up dangling from a rope in the ceiling right about the shark pool. The sharks were jumping and snapping in the water. Someone threw in a steak and they all went after it. I began sliding and fell into the pool. Freaking out, I scrambled out of the pool without getting eaten. It was time to go get something to eat; my colleagues sent me to my car. I had to leave by myself the same way I came in.
Sharks part 2
I entered another, smaller room (by the conventional entrance on the ground level) with my boyfriend. It had multiple swimming pools and lots of people around. I was still really shaken up from what had happened before. There were people in the pool with sharks, the people were being very still and then started thrashing around. My boyfriend jumped into the pool and then climbed out while I was panicking on the side. The other pool in the room had more gentle sea creatures in it. People were throwing mackerel to the creatures but they wouldn’t eat the fish. The fish just got stuck to the faces of the creatures so that their heads were completely covered.
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