I had a weird dream last night that me and a couple friends were staying at this kind of mansion/fancy hotel. But we were basically not supposed to be there. Like we were imitating somebody who we’d found out was going to be there, and taken their slot, or something along those lines. Anyway, it was all very hoity-toity and we were essentially making a mockery of it and noone was the wiser. At some point, before we left, we had to fill out this questionnaire about our stay and whether it was satisfactory. We filled out mainly the section which described us, but with phoney answers. Like ridiculously phoney ones. The person we ended up describing was basically a one-eyed gangster named “Sharkteeth” who was completely mentally unstable and absolutely over the top in all respects.

Later we turned in our sheet and were talking to someone in the lounge, and we explained our little practical joke, and the person replied, “Sharkteeth? Oh yeah, he’ll be here later tonight!” So it turned out this figure who we’d made up was not only real, but was a regular guest of the hotel. This of course threw us into a state of alarm that Mr. Sharkteeth would find us out and be upset. The person who informed us he was real also gave us the startling information that Sharkteeth would be arriving with the Four Horsemen. As in of the Apocalypse. Except he said some kind of weird Greek word or something for them. And whe Sharkteeth did appear, it was in a ghostly stagecoach drawn by four ghostly horses, and the whole thing came smashing through one of the hotel’s grand window’s after dark. The second that happened though, we didn’t stick around. We immediately jumped out the hole in the window, and started flying through the night sky onto some other dream. Oh, I forgot to mention that at some point in the dream, I did get a mental picture of what Sharkteeth looked like. He actually did look like a shark. His head and features were extremely malformed, and his skin was like that of a shark. And he was smoking a cigar and playing pool.