Awakened at my own scream.My sweaty palms and mouth so dry. My slumber is interupted. My eyes moistened by tears. It's the repetitive dream, damn Hole 8. My antagonist and purveyor of fears. Laying here reasoning with my own doubt. I must put aside these emotions and box it all out. It's one hole on one course. A simple basket with chains perched on a hill that causes my remorse.Swimming in deep dark water seems worse. Knowing oceans worst predator awaits. Razor sharp teeth knawing at my flesh. No where to escape this formidable beast. Even with my life in the balance. Still I fear him the least. A roaring giant from the black sky decends. I'm running with eyes wide open. The wind lifts my feet from the ground. Once again there is no escape from this demon with no soul. I feel weak and fear to the bone. Still he's no match for this paticular hole. I feel normal to fear tornadoes with sounds of fury tossing things about. Sharks ,afterall, they are a ferocious maneater . The thought of either scares my soul but dreaming of a spit out and impending roll ,knowing OB and water await me as I watch it tweeter. Will it fall left into the safety of the basket. Just standing there as if frozen in time. Razor sharp teeth and dark water or winds ripping me all apart but theres really no debate. The one I fear most is dreaded hole 8.