So last night I dreamt that my home was a boat, like a cruise ship. The food being served was all vegetarian; then, some people came and put exactly one can of sardines on each of several identical round tables in the dining room. They took a few sardines from each can and put them in a small pile next to the cans. Then, I also became aware of some other people frying some meat further in the back; they were using orangey-black pans. Apparently, some sources of meat weren’t quite dead yet, as I saw what looked like a large centipede crawling on a hot pan surface. I wasn’t scared, but couldn’t understand why they’d suddenly start serving fish/meat in an all-vegetarian place.
Not sure if this was a precognitive dream, or just a message to me from my own subconsciousness about something, but I just found out that millions of sardines were found dead today in Redondo Beach, CA, surrounding boats in a marina… hmm…
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How fun–found out today that some millions of sardines have washed up on the beach in Japan (see “Apocalyptic fish kill reported off the coast of Ohara Japan in Chiba Prefecture” for more info: http://theextinctionprotocol.wordpress.com/2012/06/06/apocalyptic-fish-kill-reported-off-the-coast-of-ohara-japan-in-chiba-prefecture/).
Now, there are always fish dying somewhere in the world, of couse–but I wanted to comment on this particular post because I dreamt last night that I was sitting on top of a stone wall by the ocean, reading, then I saw a big grey wave approaching fast–I was surprised, as it seemed to come unexpectedly. I wasn’t worried, but went to the closest three to hold on, to not be swept away. Luckily, a man in a large white truck came & picked me up, before the wave hit. The water was almost reaching truck’s window by then, so we had to get out of there quickly…
Also freaky that we had Fukushima meltdown just 2 days later. I wonder if the dream was about that. Cans would represent reactors, sardines — fuel rods/bundles, not dead — still capable of causing a nuclear chain reaction, [large orange] centipede crawling on a hot [black ] pan surface — something dangerous unfolding in the background…
Curiously, on my other blog, I posted a short poem on Feb 12, 2011, which talked about “oceans set on fire”
I am not excessively worried about anything, but the timing and imagery do make me think of Fukushima