A Hallucination? I think not!

As I left work yesterday, I began to rethink the wisdom of bicycling to and from work in the 105 degree summer heat of North Texas. The temperature was beyond uncomfortable; it was strangely nice, like being in front of a large open oven where something yummy is cooking. About halfway home, though, a really strange thing happened. The ground vanished. In its place, an ocean of water rose and splashed all around me. Then came the sharks, a variety of sizes and colors, swimming this way and that way. Some honked at me. One had a Florida license plate. I avoided that one. Dangerous sharks in Florida. My peddling turned into swimming, and I did all I could to maintain my sense of direction. I texted a co-worker who had kindly offered me a ride, warning her about the hungry beasts. Even when I'm in grave danger, I think of others first, you see. Fortunately, I made it home in one piece. My wife seemed doubtful of my story, but I knew the experience was real because I was dripping gallons of salty water. What other explanation could there have been?