I had the most odd batch of dreams last night. I’m still waiting for them all to come together. I remember at one point I went to this reptile park that was somewhat like the Topsfield Fair. There was this one exhibit I had to crawl through. Or maybe the terrariums were so low I had to crawl. It was outside and raining and the things I was crawling around to see were baby sea turtles that were around an inch in diameter—about the size of a June bug. For some reason the doors kept swinging open and closed and turtles kept jumping out. I had to catch them and put them back in as the door swung open again. I noticed also that the tar-like mat I was crawling across had some turtles that were tarred over, so it got confusing when I had to find turtles to put back inside ’cause some were just turtles under the tar. Felt like live ones especially in the rain. I had to save the turtles jumping out so they wouldn’t suffer the same tarred fate.
After this (or maybe before) I had this dream that I was at a political convention. Understandable, seeing as the DNC is in town and that’s all people are talking about. In my dream, I don’t think it was a specific party’s convention; just a political convention in general.
It was weird because I was there but yet, I had like a TV Guide schedule of events and I had to see if I would be home in time to see certain things even though I was there the whole time anyway. I remember being upset that I wouldn’t be “home” to see Jimmy Carter’s speech at 2am. I remember thinking it was weird that almost all of John Edwards’ family members were each giving a speech of some sort but he himself wasn’t there and wouldn’t be participating. I was wishing they could switch spots with Carter so he could get the earlier slot at 10pm so I could watch him. I was wishing it were like an Animal Planet schedule where I could just catch the 4am showing.
Other parts of the dream involved CVS at the top floor of this two story building in South Boston. I think I was looking for this sort of face sponge that I never ended up getting. Somehow the turtles were involved in this. I think I had one in my pocket.
I never ended up getting my sponge. In my dream, I think I kept going back for it and forgot it each time. Each time I turned around, I think I was in a different CVS, but I always thought it was weird that CVS is on the 2nd floor. Weird. Different CVSs but not. In the end, never got the sponge. I actually woke up thinking, “I still have to get that sponge.” I never saw Carter’s speech either.
So, very unproductive dream. Then I woke up to be more unproductive. Maybe I’m not even awake. Mmf.