November 15, 2000

Age 19

In this dream I walked to the back exhibits shop of my place of work, and all the staff of the building were there in a panic. My boss (Beth B) found me and told me that we had to evacuate immediately (for some unknown reason). There was a huge work table where I walked to and hurriedly began packing things into boxes. Someone passed me a Tupperware storage container with an otter in it. I looked in as it swam around and looked back at me. I really liked this creature, and suddenly we all had to get out, and I took the box with the otter, but some, a very little amount, of the water inside the box with the otter spilled out onto the floor. I looked back into the box, and the otter was now a dead, scaly skeleton floating at the top of the box. But every once in a while, he would be alive again and start to swim around before, but soon he would die again. This is when I woke up.