|A weird(but very positive)dream
||[May. 9th, 2003|09:59 am]
The night before last, I had a dream that, strangely enough, made me feel good about myself. I dreamt that I was in Arizona, and my mother came to escort me back to California. While she was there, we learned of a wildlife meeting nearby. At the meeting, we heard that fishermen had disrupted a nest of baby turtles and put them all in shock. They gave us one of them, and she/he couldn't seem to breathe air, so I breathed on the turtle and the moisture seemed to help it. Thinking it would help, I asked for some sea water for the turtle, but they wouldn't give us any. So, we went home in a hurry.
By the time we got home, the little turtle was almost gone. We made some sea-water using a product called Instant Ocean, and this seemed to revive the turtle. She/he seemed to be getting over the shock as the day progressed, but then started to get worse again. I fed the turtle some water plants, which seemed to make him/her feel better, but the next day it was gone for good.
I had known that the little turtle would probably die, but it was still worth it to me to try and save him/her. I later learned that this little turtle had stayed alive longer than any of its brothers or sisters, and that there had been no survivors.
I later dimly remembered making a speech to the fishermen after the little turtle's death:"Sea turtles have been known to live for hundreds of years, but thanks to you their long lives have been cut short...".
This dream left me with a really good feeling about myself because I had made the turtle's last hours as comforting as possible, and because I had had the guts to stand up to my enemies.