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A Message Dream
Early this a.m., I had another turtle dream. In this one, I was at the beach, and I saw some baby sea turtles digging their way out of the sand. I picked them up as they emerged, and put them into the water, where I knew they needed to be.
I tried to put their shells back on them, but they kept slipping off. I then got a pail or bucket, and put them in it, along with some other baby turtles that were also small and had loose shells. They weren't all white, but rather part greenish and part white.
Then I began seeing some smaller turtles, pure white ones. They looked like they were half the size of the other ones. And their pure white shells weren't attached to them, as though they needed nothing to protect them.
I knew they needed to be in the water, but I wasn't certain that I should let them loose, because the white ones were so soft without the shells, and the others could have lost their shells too easily.
Before I could make the decision, I woke up. The dream disturbed me for a while, but only until I thought about it more closely. I've been doing a lot of thinking recently, especially about my writing. And I believe that this dream had the answers I need.
Water, especially the sea, represents (to me, at least) the flow of energy and consciousness within. The "normal" turtles were thoughts from the physical realm, ones about such things as an economic collapse, hurricane, and so on. When I released them into the sea, I was "giving them over" to my Inner Source to handle.
The ones with partially white shells were beliefs that were changing. And the white ones whose shells weren't protecting them were the "essence" of the inner consciousness, breaking through the barrier (shell) into my physical mind. The fact that I wanted to keep these "special" turtles safe and protected was rather a response to my Inner Source that I accepted my changing beliefs.
And white, well, that's the essence of Being Itself, the White Light molded into a form that I could see and hold, showing me that the choices I've more recently made (to quit worrying over just about everything) are ones that are not only correct but are for my betterment.
At least, I can't think of anything else such a vivid dream could mean. And as I've stated before, I'm particularly attached to turtles. So this dream had to have been a message direct from my Inner Source, telling me that I am definitely on my correct path.
“We don't even know if we're in this room. We could be in a turtle's dream in outer space.”
So, I had a dream I got a pet baby turtle right? Was the cutest fucking thing ever. Until Dracula decides to come over, dunks my poor little turtle in this some weird liquid, clamps him in eyelash curlers. When I go back to get him out, my fucking turtle is blue, and has four fucking eyes. HAS FOUR FUCKING EYES LIKE A DAMN SPIDER. AND IT WAS UP IN MY FACE. WHAT THE HELL DRACULA?!Â
My 90s dream
Last night I had a dream where I was good friends with Lisa Turtle. So random.

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