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I had maybe one of the most bizarre dreams last night. Not necessarily because of what happened but the detail it went into. I woke up after reading an Obama speech from a book or extensive magazine. Behind me was some sort of funk soul jazz and, like in a film or something, I hear Barack’s voice over my own. He was reading a sort of eulogy to those who had been killed in a Giant River Octopus attack. Whut? 

I was talking to my mum who was trying to explain to me what had happened. 

“Yeah ok, I get what you’re saying but do Giant River Octopi even exist?”

“OK Anna, you try telling the four dead and twelve other’s injured that Giant River Octopi don’t even exist…”

It turns out that (in my dream) this was a national tragedy and my mother sat me down in front of the transcribed Obama speech, expressing what a great loss to the country it was and something about how the divers could have had no way of knowing what was lurking around them. Sea octopi? Yes, the Giant Atlantic Octopus is infamous, but Giant River Octopi was something no one expected. 

So, because giant river dwelling octopi don’t exist to Google’s knowledge, here is a video of a Giant Atlantic Octopus attack.