I’m swimming in the ocean. There’s a little beach under an overhang and I want to swim to it to get out of the water, but there’s a shark there, so I can’t. It knows I’m here, and it’s coming for me. This, the only land around, is against a towering wall. I swim along it, looking for another way to get out, and I become aware that it is covered, top to bottom, in huge, blinking eyes. I come across a mouth, maybe 20 feet across, which moves a bit as it comes into view. All the eyes are looking at me. There is no more land this way. But perhaps I’ve lured that shark away. It did shadow me as I swam, but as I approach land, it closes in. We fight, me fending it off as best I can. When I duck my head underwater, the seafloor is covered in dense seaweed, such that I can only see its top, no bottom in sight. I also see that the wall is covered in big crabs, which are motionless, maybe dead. I’m able to fend off the shark’s attack, but only barely. It swims out of reach to attack again, and I come to an epiphany. I’m the only human in this desolate place. The only thing above this shark on the food chain. What an opportunity, to just kill me, then to have unchallenged reign over the ocean. The shark closes in, and this time I can’t fend it off.
This is a show I’m in, somewhat like Seinfeld. There is a character who, for some reason, is up for execution. It’s not obvious that he deserves it, and I think maybe I’m trying to save him. I forget most of the setup, I only remember the punchline. The judge asks everyone to raise their hand if they think an execution like this (it’s very, very gentle and humane) should be allowed. The guy raises his hand! Then I turn around and see most of the audience is raising their hands too. The joke, I realize: everyone just wants to die.