I just woke up from a pretty weird dream. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to relate some mystical experience; rather, it was a dream that started me thinking about another topic. In my dream, I was at the beach (my favorite place), enjoying the sun, surf and sand. I reclined in the sand for hours at a time until I became too hot, then plodded to the water and submerged myself for a few hours-this is not at all unusual from my real life-and when I became waterlogged, I’d return to the beach to sun myself. Granted, my dreams are not as fantastic as those of some people (but mine are in color).
In the course of traipsing back and forth at the water’s edge (in this dream), a crowd of spectators happened by-tourist types-led by what appeared to be a naturalist tour guide. They all stopped and observed me entering and exiting the water for a long time, as this naturalist explained that I was “obeying ancient migratory instinct,” dating back to when I was in “evolutionary transition” from sea creature to land creature.
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