"I had a dream..."
And just imagine, for one second, that your wife or significant other had supernatural abilities. Could see into the future, as clear as anything, dreaming of a “dark, murky, rainy day. You sitting on your board. Your face then… a tug.”
Would you wink, mutter, “Onya” then paddle out at a break in New South Wales, Australia named “Sharkys” on a dark, murky and rainy day?
Men aren’t built as devil-may-care as Wil Schroeter anymore and let’s learn of his harrowing encounter then be inspired by his bravery then be jealous of his wife, who we would certainly pack up immediately and take to Las Vegas for a wild week-long bender of winnings not seen since Back to the Future II.
‘Just paddling – I’m going, when’s this thing going to bite me again?’ he said.
The bite went through to the bone of his foot and caused ligament damage.
Mr Schroeter’s wife Michelle said she had a dream he would be bitten by a shark two days earlier.
‘I remember it was clear as anything. Dark, murky, rainy day. I remember Wil sitting on his board. I didn’t see the shark, either. I just saw his face with the tug,’ she said.
The surf break is known as ‘Sharky’s’ and is a regular spot where of Mr Schroeter’s.
NSW Police said in a statement on Friday that no shark has been sighted in the area despite lifeguards patrolling on jet skis during the day.
Two hammerhead sharks were, however, seen in the area two weeks ago.
Hammerheads?
Hold one just one moment. We’ve been fixated on Great Whites, Tigers, Bulls and Flying Needlefish but Hammerheads?
Oh boy.
Oh literal boy.
No more surfing anywhere until this new threat can be assessed.
Also, Ms. Schroeter, if you are available for a Vegas run it will be all-expense paid.
More as the story develops.
But quickly, Niners or Chiefs?
If hindsight was of any use I would have a hot misses who can cook.
Dreams are only interesting to the one that had it
Your man Mostert unpacked the Packers!
Im going with Niners but don’t care much as the Aztecs are red hot in hoops!
She left out the part of her dream when she’s a happy little widow fresh on the market. The attack was really just the catalyst to her new found happiness.
Take the Chiefs money line Mr. Smith…. my kids freshman year at college says so…. plus, in a 1.5 spread, always go with the best player on the field , PAT Mahomes
Is it time to admit defeat as sharks are now attacking and presaging real life attacks in our nightly (once private) dreams?
Is the Freddy Krueger shark more than an urban myth?
Is there to be more as this story develops?
Chiefs, Chas !
Andy Reid and the off-field crew + Mahomes and Tyreek (and the others) are a lethal combo.
Did you know Andy’s known as The Barrel round here ?
Are you KC adjacent? And I’m so Chiefs!
Right alongside, metaphorically and agriculturally and yea, I like Andy, Mahomes is a bonus.
Chiefs this year but I swap allegiance depending on who I think is hot.
One constant is fuck the Pats.
Yes, my constant is fuck the Patriots. When the next inevitable Tom Brady cheating scandal is revealed, it will be so bad he will make Lance Armstrong look like a choirboy.
This is ever so concerning given some other recent events. I’ll file something ASAP – lives depend on it!
2 days ago I had a vivid dream that my wife bailed for some tall dark 25 year old.
Hopefully he’ll have a hot sister.
Oh yeah right, everyone always tells you about the Dream after the event.
I had a dream that you won a Pulitzer prize.
I did! Nick Carroll is only my fake disqus name. My true name…is William Finnegan.
I really tried to read Barbarian whatever but it was just too much trustfundafarian.
Fuck YOU, bro! I’m the greatest surf writer in History, Baby Boomer division! I write for the New YORKER. You’re fucken lucky I bothered to write about this stupid activity in the first place.
Settle down nick
Finnegan would say that Nick.
I just wonder, are all his other writings as fucking narcissistic as Barbarians?
Can’t be, right?
No way I’ll bother to find out myself. I kicked out of Barbarian during the 30 chapters on SF and his infatuation with Doc R.
Insufferable.
He’s actually a terrific journalist who is possibly more suited to a more difficult subject than the surfing experience
I did actually wonder if the tone you describe was a bit deliberate, or even necessary in order for the book to be truthful. Surfing’s a pretty narcissistic pursuit really, if you write a memoir about your pursuit of it, then that tedious inward gaze will surface and resurface.
I get that you respect him as a professional, but you read the same thing I did. Pointless competition about literature with his “best friend”… poor soul. Leaving chick after chick, one in greece while he went tripping to Egypt? Correct me if I mis remember, but you don’t leave your girl in a foreign country. What drugs in Istanbul and why no full account, just a vague “now I miss her”…. Once again, correct me if I’m wrong.
He’s the guy on the surf trip that goes beach combing so that he doesn’t have to unpack the van and build camp. “Wow, you guys already set it up?”…. meaning cool.
I’m not a camper and I’ve met that guy.
And if “that guy” types for a living about himself?
My take from the book was he didn’t seem like much fun to be around. Definitely wouldn’t help clean up or pack anything other than his own shit at the end of the trip either
Haha that was the whole vibe. I would have to stop reading for a few weeks, then try again. I kept thinking, I’ve met this guy 100 times. He’s the shithead trustafarian who treats women like shit and thinks he’s some sort of pioneer. Close book. Drop it off at Goodwill with some old Volcom shirts.
I will say that his descriptions of surfing OBSF and Diamond Head, two places I enjoy, were absolutely magnificent.
Haha! That was the skim read section for me.