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This morning I was repeatedly awakened by a dream that a friend of mine had killed (accidentally or on purpose, depending) his pet turtle by putting it in a shoebox with a packet of dessicant. I kept feeling the turtle's pain. It was awful. If I could get over keeping things in cages, I would need to run right out and get a pet turtle and treat it nicely to compensate.



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Jan. 24th, 2006 04:53 am (UTC)
That's sad. I burried a turtle in a deep hole once because it didn't stick its head out of its shell, so I thought it was dead.

Jan. 24th, 2006 01:04 pm (UTC)
In the pleasant weather, you can keep a turtle in a nice big chicken-wire enclosure in the backyard! It's not quite the same as a cage. You could build a turtle habitat!
Jan. 24th, 2006 09:17 pm (UTC)
Operating under the theory that dreams are rarely literal, I offer this positive spin: the turtle is (of course) the part of yourself that hides from living fully, and its death signifies your courage and willingness to face the world, however painful it may be.
Jan. 26th, 2006 04:52 am (UTC)
I was thinking about it last night and I think it's more that the faceless "friend" is the part of me that's scared to let the turtle (some other aspect of myself i can't identify) live. OR, even better, the faceless "friend" is the world which discourages twee-ness and enthusiasm that sort of comes naturally to me, the turtle being my tweeness and enthusiasm, getting stifled and killed.

most of the dream was spent looking at the shoebox or the turtle and kind of wondering how anyone could be so terrible.
Jan. 26th, 2006 04:56 am (UTC)
That is, of course, more astute than my own armchair psychoanalyis.

I ♥ your tweeness! Yours is (warning: pun incoming!) a Wowld Twee, a Twee of Wife. I want to sit under the pleasant shade of your twee and eat of its sweet fwuits.
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