Last night I ate cantaloup, one of my favorite desserts! And it was very ripe. I ate until my stomach was full, mmm mmmmm. Then I had another dream.

My care-takers took me on a trip (in this dream). We went to a strange park with a lot of different animal species running around and behind structures. Mostly chickens and other birds were running around. Then, a lion came up to us and asked if we wanted anything from the kitchen. My owners asked for a Coke. Then I stuck my head out of my shell and, to my complete surprise, I was larger than they were. I looked down on them and figured out that it wasn’t that we were in a park, but an over-sized plastic bin. And it wasn’t that I was in the bin. I was looking over the bin and saw that my care-takers were in it. Over the next few days they would often jump around trying to get out, and I would pick them up with my huge claws and scratch them by accident, put them down on the floor and watch them play.

I looked behind me and noticed a lot of other turtles of my kind, also watching the silly humans. They were taking notes about how the two-legged species communicated using strange sounds. And they would look to me because I was the only one who could understand them. So I translated what they said. And then we watched as they would stare at this large, flat window-like object for hours; the object had figures and another world inside of it. We wondered why something like that was interesting to them.

And that’s when I woke up. Weird dream.

For the record, one of my owners said that “cantaloup” was mis-spelled, that it should have an “e.” But I looked it up and the all-knowing dictionary told me, in your strange language and communication methods, that the word can also be spelled without the letter “e” at the end. Yes, I know, it looks strange to you, but that’s not my fault – it isn’t my language, it’s yours.

Till next post…

Harvey, caught by the paparazzi while taking a stroll

I know I haven’t been keeping up with my blog. I’ve been busy reorganizing my plastic bin where I live. I love excavating, and going into my log to hide. Well, I had a dream last night that made me want to write about it for my few fans. Maybe you all can tell me what it means. I also intend to use this as the re-start of my blogging, where I’ll make journal entries.

So, here’s my dream in a journal-entry style:

A large pond somewhere in Massachusetts. It’s humid, summer hot, perfect for resting in the shade. There are small waves in the pond; well, ripples more like it. Thick vegetation around me, just the way I like it.

I feel elated to be in my natural environment, with plenty of nooks and crannies under/in which to hide. I look around for food sources. AH! A worm! Must snap my jaws before it escapes underground! Yummy. What’s this? A berry? Nice color to it. Tastes good too.

I have a red bow on my back, and I’ve been lubricated with a pungent oil, smells like olive oil. Strange. But it leaves my body and shell very clean, perfect for the ladies.

It’s 5pm, breezy and cool now, colorful leaves on trees, very pleasant ambiance. Very natural.

I hear a soft thud, then another, like a rock hitting another rock. Footsteps, four-legged, with a shell like me, but bigger. She’s colorful like me, with specks of color in random patterns, muscular legs. She walks past me as if she wants me to notice her.

I plan to take a dip in the pond, drink water and take a bath. My new home. Then, I plan to seek a hiding spot and sleep till tomorrow morning. But when I get out after my bath, I hear more thumps, this time louder they engage my automatic defense, so I pull my head and limbs inward into my shell.

And then I woke up. I opened my eyes from my deep sleep, rudely awakened, and realized that the thumping was my human caretaker Ramon as he walked to my bin on the hardwood floor. I woke up in his scary palm with legs like a huge spider. He’s looking at me with awe, a smile, using voice inflections from high to low. He says I’m cute. And there next to him is what I believe to be his mate, w/ more hair on her head than him. She’s telling him to put me down and leave me alone. They think I don’t understand what they’re saying. But I do.

Anyway, I wonder what that dream meant. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. I will rest again. But before I do, I must take a bath.