Monday, July 24th, 2006
I dreamed I was a Wooly Mammoth. It was the ice age and my tribe of mastodons was crossing the ocean on patches of ice and icebergs. The ocean and sky met in an eternal steel gray horizon. I was communicating with those around me. It was as though I was new to all of this. What do we eat? I watched as one of the mastodons plunged into the icy depths below us. There was a shark there under the curtain of steel water. I followed. Could we really eat sharks? How? I followed as the mastodon before me drove a tusk into the belly of the huge fish. I didn't know what to do, but wanted to help. I butted my head against the side of the shark, feeling its sandpaper skin scraping abrasively under the thrust. It seemed to do nothing, but there was blood and electricity exploding in the water around me. What about air? I would need to come up to the surface soon. Then I realized I was breathing underwater. I thought, 'This is not possible,' and woke up.
Time, I absolve myself of your vow to vanquish me.