I had the weirdest dream last night and I am so sad about it.

To understand this dream we have to talk about tortoises. I have been wanting one for years now but I haven’t been in able to afford one plus they don’t travel internationally well and I have long considered trying to live abroad. One day though. The problem with tortoises is they live so long and a lot of people get them as babies that a lot of tortoises outlive their owners. (I want to try rescuing one.) This is all relevant to the dream.

So i went to this thriftstore and in the front by the entrance they had shelves that had a bunch of tortoises on them. They were old too and about a food and a half long. They had no food or water or lights. They just sat on these shelves. They didn’t even have tanks.

And each of the turtles had their shells painted and decorated – which I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to do that – but they were painted and had decor on them that said things like 101st Bombing Unit or TANK SQUADRON.

And i recognized these as WWII era insignias.

So basically what had happened was people who served in WWII had these turtles as their companions, like service dogs only turtles, but then they passed away and their relatives just dumped the turtles at the thrift store.

These turtles served their country and were just tossed out like old clothes. It was so sad. I was planning on going back and adopting one, and I’d figure it out and take care of it, but then I woke up.

Or did I?!

Nope I woke up into another dream. My mom was there – and she was in the first dream – so I asked her, hey did you dream about turtles last night. And sure enough, she had. We had a shared dream within a dream. It was so weird. Weird and sad.