Had a dream about that yellow tie. Daniel interpreted dreams for the King. Was walking with a Relative on the coast line, I was knee deep, and they were over knee deep in the water. There is never a life guard, cop, nor a retired one on the beach, when you need them. Matter of fact, the whole beach was all weeds from the sea. They started walking towards a big orange ball or a bouy and besides it was part of a yellow surf bord, sticking up. I saw a fin in the water and called out shark, but my relative is a little deaf and didn't heed. Next thing I know they were taken under, and I pushed my way towards the objects only to kick some type of carcass or mound of them just in front of. Seems the shark had been setting people up his whole life, knowing about this location, and was the only thing working for the isolated beach of all weeds. We are supposed to be the salt of the earth and preserve life, especially on a Good Friday. Here, one minute, I am thinking I am a good shepherd, next minute I feel like little Bo peep who lost their sheep. Thank God it was only a dream, take it with a grain of salt.