HISTORY I

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I am a Turtle

Serious flashbacks while watching Turtle: The Incredible Journey.

Dream from March 13

A hot summer day came and went, the pools in the park were flowing. Paths with stairs connected to larger pools and all ran with fresh aqua coloured coolness. I chased fish up out of the hockey rink flooded waste deep, and noticed my friends sun bathing up on the side. My house was not far away. 

Sydney swam with me, my new greyhound. He loved the water. 

Soon, I noticed a swimming snake slithering through the clear water. I grabbed at it, just behind the head so not to be bitten, and lifted it out of the pool. 

Syd had gotten up on the side as well, and the snake rattled it's tail aggressively at him. 

I pulled my dog back into the water and realized he had been cut and the skin was loose revealing internal bleeding. I cradled Sydney in the water.

Dream from March 5

I was Captain Janeway, coming home. Suitcase in tow, I arrived at my apartment building to find the elevators were broken. 

Climbing up the stairs in my Starfleet uniform I exited onto the second floor only to quickly realize I lived on the third floor, and so return to the stairwell. On the next level it was still the second floor. How could this be? I repeated the action, but again I was on floor two. It didn't matter how far I climbed, I was constantly ending up in the same place. 

Frustrated, I returned to the ground. 

On the warm evening street, still with my rolling suitcase, I heard someone call for help. Others were along the sidewalk, crowded around something. Maybe something that could explain why every floor in my building was a repeat.

Instead it was somebody who was hurt, and others were tending to them, waiting for paramedics I imagine.

Knowing it was best to stay out of the way but still wanting to help, I offered to buy the people coffee. A woman asked me to get her drink in a traveling mug, but she didn't have one, and neither did I. Then she asked for a shot of tequila in the coffee. 

"I don't have enough money for that." I said in confusion at the request, then turned to go back into deep space. 

You've got the love

A big worm poked through the mud proclaiming "It's spring!" and pulled itself up into the rising sun. 

Welcoming the worm, a boys eyes swelled with tears of joy and he began to sing, "You've got the love I need to see me through."

Jupiter and Venus get Married in the Western Sky

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03-02-12

Venus, Jupiter and a crescent moon

Saturday night sky. 
"...Venus and Jupiter keep drawing closer. The two planets will be just three degrees apart by mid-March."
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9/11 truth

Dream from February 26

The highways were being sewn together, a massive machine paving the median to create a giant one way highway. "Adding two additional lanes." They said. To help expedite the migration and to save as many lives as possible. 

We were all being asked to leave, and everyone seems to accept this willingly, as if they knew this eviction was coming. 

I returned to my room to gather some belongings. Looking around at my things, I didn't want to leave, and was distressed and angry. 

My sister came in with the dog, they had been living on the street for some time getting used to it. "He's adjusting very well." My sister said. "He'll be a good help." I knew she was referring to the long journey ahead of us.

I looked out the widow to see masses of refugees leaving town. I knew this would happen, but it was still so upsetting. 

Dream from February 22

In a mechanics garage, the doors were shut, the lights were on. Jaspreet, Alexis, Peter and I prepared for the hunt. On the other side of the large garage door was our prey, a squid. 

Jaspreet was at the door, in the pit, waiting for the great beast to come near. There was an indicator measuring the squids distance, in bright red digital numbers. It was getting closer. 

I pushed a giant button and the garage door slowly began to rise. In pored the black water. Pitch black, like oil, rushed in and began to overtake the floor of the garage.

Jaspreet looked back at me and reached out her arm. "I'm getting pulled under." she said calmly. I reached out and took her hand as her body was pulled down by the squid. Alexis came to our aid, and together we dragged Jaspreet and the squid up into the garage out of the flood. The door was closed and water stopped pouring in.

Peter decided to leave us, but the girls and I hauled the big black squid now almost lifeless up into the back of a pick-up truck. We started to nail down it's arms and talked about how delicious the calamari was going to be.

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