Sleeping with the Enemy

[Well, this one's short and sweet...just a snapshot of a much, much, much more elaborate dream. I can recall dreaming for a long time, but most of the details are lost to me.]

I'm reclining in a bed in a room that's dim and there seems to be bits of water-logged rubbish leaning here and there. One wall of the room is made up of a brilliant blue aquarium, with tropical fish swimming in it.

I look down, toward my feet, and notice that there's a small grey shark inching its way toward me, with considerable effort (considering sharks don't really do well out of the water and all). Once it is close to my face, it says "Mother, what am I supposed to do with my life now?" I can see its rows of teeth, and it's radiating malignant energy. It hates me. I think to myself, "Ugh, a kid that's half shark!" (Looked 100% shark to me.) I get the idea that there's all these sea-creatures that are evil hanging around, and that this shark-dude is pissed because being half human disables him somehow - like he can't be quite as evil as he otherwise would be.

Yeah, I don't know either.