There were lots of whales and walruses in my dream last night. First, I dreamt I was with someone, I don't know who, on an enormous, soggy beach on a gloomy day. It was a very flat beach with lots of smooth puddles mirroring the sky. We were talking about walruses suffering from some kind of malignant genetic mutation and as we spoke I started seeing what looked like slugs, about a foot long each. It was just three or four and they were hard to see, their brown skin roughly the same colour as the sand. I followed one as it disappeared into a mound about the height of my chest. I peered inside and could just make out the thing nervously writhing.
In my other dream, I was at an enormous water park that encompassed an area of sea just offshore about the size of a small town. It was a stormy day and the waves were very high but no-one seemed especially concerned about our tour boat. From there, me and a group of friends beheld a series of whales kept in massive mason jars that were partly submerged.
After we went home, I rounded up another group of friends and took them to see the same whales in big jars. I guess this all could've been because I was reading Moby Dick again yesterday.
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