Of dreams recently, the more curious have had to do with Tortoise. And it is very obvious to me that from somewhere in the ether a diabolical sect has sent a Tortoise to contribute to my nightmares. I find it sometimes glued to the wall. I have heard its Morse Code on the keyboard. In the symbols of dream, a Tortoise means 'impossible task.'
Fortunately I believe it to be a reluctant emissary. It smiles at me
occasionally. It potters cheerfully around in the vegetable garden where I am
haunted by Pox on the Tomato, billions of beans and a mosquito the size of a
Bald Eagle. And I have caught my Tortoise reading from the Atlas.
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