Seals
I had a dream last night. I [something that I haven't quite identified--perhaps a helicopter] was flying along a river with a documentary man voice talking about seals migrating up into fresh water rivers chasing after fish (salmon, specifically, which go from fresh, to salt, to fresh again). My ecology prof's voice came in asking why they would do that (fish fish fish) and blah blah. Suddenly, I was a seal in shallow waters, watching another seal (a friend) about to get shot by two men with crossbows. The man nearest to me didn't shoot my friend, but instead turned and saw me, and shot at me instead. I lay horrified as the man came over, stared down and me and whooped at his friend. Apparently he shot me in the balls. Or so he says.
Anyway, I was myself after that walking along the river. I had just watched a female seal get shot, killed, and hauled off, and I was sadly reflecting about that. Then I saw a seal pup that apparently belonged to that mother. Not wanting it to die on its own, I picked it up and went looking for a wild animal rehab center (searching the net and whatnot), becoming attached to the seal pup the more my search when on.
At the end, there was a seal-eventually-turned-man that had a lung slit by a knife to the chest (anatomically impossible considering the way the slit was made, where it was, and a rib cage, but apparently my dream didn't care). I attempted to save him by blowing into the lungs through the mouth and then sucking out of the slit in attempts to get the blood out of the lungs. Eventually, the man said it was hopeless, he couldn't breathe, and then ripped at his throat with a set of keys to kill himself.
After being baffled by that, I found I was at the man's side again, same way as I found him as if he didn't kill himself. This time, I covered the slit as I blew air into his lungs through the mouth. This time, he stayed alive until paramedics could take over for me
Boggle.
Anyway, I was myself after that walking along the river. I had just watched a female seal get shot, killed, and hauled off, and I was sadly reflecting about that. Then I saw a seal pup that apparently belonged to that mother. Not wanting it to die on its own, I picked it up and went looking for a wild animal rehab center (searching the net and whatnot), becoming attached to the seal pup the more my search when on.
At the end, there was a seal-eventually-turned-man that had a lung slit by a knife to the chest (anatomically impossible considering the way the slit was made, where it was, and a rib cage, but apparently my dream didn't care). I attempted to save him by blowing into the lungs through the mouth and then sucking out of the slit in attempts to get the blood out of the lungs. Eventually, the man said it was hopeless, he couldn't breathe, and then ripped at his throat with a set of keys to kill himself.
After being baffled by that, I found I was at the man's side again, same way as I found him as if he didn't kill himself. This time, I covered the slit as I blew air into his lungs through the mouth. This time, he stayed alive until paramedics could take over for me
Boggle.