You know how I was
bitching recently that I never remember my dreams? Well, I finally remembered one! Last night I dreamed about a squid. I wasn't actually in the dream, I was just sort of watching it. There was this family hiking up onto this big hill where there was supposed to be a lake where they were planning to swim. To get to the lake, they had to wade through a smaller lake (or maybe more like a large pond?). As they were wading through it, the water suddenly fills up with ink. The little girl screams that it was poison, but then someone else realizes that it was actually squid ink.
Then the dream skips to a trial. Apparently one of the the kids had found and killed the squid. I got the feeling that he did it because he thought the squid was dangerous but that it really wasn't. I don't remember much about that part of the dream except the prosecutor saying "Do you know how rare squids are?"
So yeah, I'm trying to figure out what exactly my unconscious is trying to tell me here. I'm not sure what to make of the metaphorical significance of squids. Maybe it was really just a dream about John Green.
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