Teacups and leaves

Day 1 – 10 things about your lolita bubble.

I want to tell you about a strange dream I had a few years back. I was a marine researcher, diving deep into the ocean. Next thing I know me and a fellow researcher found ourselves in a colony of sea creatures that were more like entities than physical beings. We were told they were whales. I found that really weird because they did not look like whales. We were invited to study their culture. There was an undersea cave entrance, we were told not to say anything as this was a holy place of some kind. We walked between sea beings with whale tails and big heads and were led to a hut, where we were dressed in their garments and jewelry. We were to meet their leader, a gender less being that was bigger than the others. They radiated kindness and curiosity, they showed us their world, they told us about the danger my kind posed to the world. I understood and felt bad, I had a strong feeling of wanting to learn as much as I could from them. They explained that they'd been there for millions of years, and all the beings had a serene aura about them. Like their knowledge of the world was so big nothing could phaze them. We soon discovered the other reason that we had been dressed up. The other beings had also dressed up for a festival or feast, and we were invited to participate. It was glorious, we got glimpses into ancient knowledge and the knowledge calmed us down. Then, as the festival was at its peak, the beings started drifting through one by one through an entrance. We were forced to follow, because all the beings were cramping together. I looked up, and saw the view just like in these pictures. Whales in some sort of tonic state of sleep. I realized that was what all these being was going to be doing. I tried to ask what this was, and I was informed that the whales had to go into this dormant state in order to preserve something important. Like they would meditate in this state and transmit waves of thought and knowledge to the surface, meaning humans and other animals. They meant to heal the world, to bring that serenity to the surface, to bring humans their knowledge. They were sending energy, like some quantum physic phenomena. I wanted so much to take part in this ritual, but the sight of the silent, still whales drifting vertically in the deep sea scared me. I was told these whales would not wake up from this state for many hundred years. That also scared the hell out of me, yet absolutely fascinated me. Somewhere around this time, I woke up.

As a Norwegian, that text looks absolutely ridiculous.