I'm staying at a house at the beach. There are stairs down to a dock, that leads out to more docks where boats are parked. I'm down there looking into the water, and there are huge fish and sharks lurking in the water, strangely shaped and fierce-looking. One has odd protuberances, like frog-legs folding out from its rear fins.

I run up the stairs to the cabin to find something to feed them. My female companion is in there, and I tell her about these fish. She doesn't seem impressed, but I explain the one with the strange legs. She says something about swimming, and I say there's no way I'd go swimming in that water with those things in there.

I find some scraps of bread and feed it to them, and they eat it but it's apparent that they'd rather have some meat. It occurs to me that maybe I shouldn't be feeding them here where people swim.