Another Dream

I am clearly tormented by this job hunt process. Last night, I had a dream that the U of Alabama (why them, I'm not sure) sent me a turtle through the mail to take care of as a part of my interview process. It was a small baby turtle, no bigger than my palm. They sent the turtle in a regular business envelope, so it was quite traumatized by the time it arrived. I think I started dreaming about something else after that, because for some reason, I left the poor critter in the envelope for a day before tending to it. Once I got the turtle out of the envelope, I took it to my good friend Rochelle (she had frogs for a while, so I guess she's now my reptilian guru). She, sadly and through no fault of her own, proceeded to push her long and beautifully manicured thumb nearly through the poor things' shell. But, happily the turtle survived. We fed it some celery and the damn thing proceeded to throw up all over the place (during another interview? or when I was being interviewed? There were definitely people asking me questions while I was trying to keep them from noticing the very sick turtle). That's when, thankfully, I woke up.

Info that might help you interpret this ridiculous dream:

My nickname as a baby was "little turtle" although noone's called me that since I was a toddler.

Chris and I had a short discussion about the dog throwing up not long before I went to sleep last night.

I've had one phone interview already.

I had leftover mashed potatoes and gravy not long before bed.

Oh, and I've always been jealous of Rochelle's beautiful nails. (Damn turtle squisher!)

Enjoy!