Friday August 9th 2013 Tim Candler
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. Page ninety five.
Islands of The Polynesians.