I had an awful dream. What makes it more awful is that I didn't wake up and realize that it was just a nightmare. This time, it was still real. Some of the details of the dream are fuzzy, but I think I remember the parts that I do because that's what's important.
There was some sort of warning about a tidal wave or some sort of surge near Miami, FL. In the current, there were thousands of marine animals, trying desperately to swim away from something, the way that a crowd of people would run away from a collapsing building. As they were attempting escape, many of them were getting caught up in this current.
Somewhere in this chaos, there was a pod of porpoises. They were growing tired. (You know how it is sometimes when you're omnipotent in dreams? That's how it was in this dream, either I understood what they were communicating to each other, or I knew what they were feeling.) Their eyes were burning and irritated. the inside of their mouths were raw and sore. They got into the oil earlier in the Gulf of Mexico somehow and felt sick and scared. They didn't know what exactly was going on, but the worst part was that even though they didn't understand what was happening, they knew or thought that we had something to do with it. Not in a psychic way, just in a simple way - like the way that your dog knows that you drive a car. I understood this in pictures, as in what they saw. They knew that the oily stuff was used by people in boats and things, but the rest was just confusion and fear and pain.
When they finally had to start fighting this current that they ran into, they decided to beach themselves. They were literally so sick and tired and scared that they were willing to just give up.
So here comes the punchline of the dream. This is the shocker. They consciously chose to beach themselves near a populated urban area. They wanted us to see that something was wrong. It wasn't defiance or anger or hate or anything like that.
They just hoped that maybe we could fix this.
