I dreamed my dad got an ant farm, and apparently he had it for a long time (not completely sure about that), I kinda wanted to start one too. So I had my container which was just some round-bottomed plastic thing with one of those flimsy lids. And I got a towel or paper towel or something, and I opened my dad's ant farm and I picked up some ants with the thing and they spilled and I had ants on me and I was a lot calmer than I would be if it was real. I was also wearing my fancy dress I was wearing on Christmas and it probably got ant guts on it. I said, I think still with ants on me, "I wonder what is the smallest container of baby powder," (if you don't know that keeps the ants inside of the enclosure because it's too slippery)
Then that dream ended, and this one started..
So I was on some kind of beach, I think in California, and the first thing I remember was I was in the sky, and I fell to the water (pretty far out), I think I did it twice, the first time landing a lot closer to the beach, anyway I swam back and there were sharks super close to the beach and nobody cared? It was in some sort of pattern, person, shark, person, shark and so on. The sharks were jumping out of the water and then back in repeatedly. So I squeezed between two sharks, one was kinda tan and the other was more gray with a particularly sharp nose. There were a lot of people, in like a thin line right where the water was but not in it. I saw a lady with a big container and another smaller but taller one right next to it. There was some water inside of it (either that or she poured it in). It was opaque and like if you had some water and mixed in red and a little green paint. The lady then poured a little baby powder in, she was making an ant enclosure, the baby powder would rise to the top and stick to the sides and I thought "hey, that's smart." Then she poured in a whole jug of baby powder. Then I leaned over the water and my face somehow touched it. It sank deeper and I couldn't get my head out. Then I somehow went over the tall glass side and sank into it. The water was so heavy that I couldn't get out. Nobody seemed to care that a child probably just drowned. For some reason, in most of my dreams involving water, I can breathe in water, this one too, even though I don't know it and it definitely seems like I would die if I breathed any more than I did. And then I think that ended.