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odd dream

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

I had the damndest dream last night. Sara and I were swimming in surprisingly clear water, when a large mottled red-and-black fish that was shaped somewhat like a Beluga whale came wandering by, and sucked up a little fish into its jawless maw. Then it darted over - surprising me with its agility given its ponderous appearance - and tried to eat Sara's foot. Needless to say, I was unable to communicate my warning to Sara. The thing didn't have the mouth hardware to eat her foot, though, and was gone just like that. Then I saw something much larger and more strangely shaped coming for us, and I told Sara (who was already freaking). We started swimming away from the thing, but it was huge and powerful, with strange shapes hanging off of it like the rear view mirrors on a big truck. I started to panic and I woke up.

Perhaps not entirely coincidentally, I've just entered discussion with my employer on staying on an extra three months. This would mean changing to a different kind of visa, which would entail sponsorship and a whole extra year spent in Sydney.