I'm good at catching large animals.

With my purse strapped across my shoulder, I carefully swam through the clear, blue waters off a Caribbean beach. I didn't want my bag to get wet, but I didn't want to sacrifice the swim.

I stopped to tread water at a spot so deep that, though in clear water, I couldn't see the bottom. That's when the unexpected happened.

An orca -- 29 feet in length, I guessed -- swam right to me. Naturally, I grabbed it by the tail. I held its tail up out of the water and the whale struggled to free itself.

"Not before I take a picture!" I declared.

But I realized: one can't take a camera out of one's purse while using two hands to restrain a whale by its tail. If I wanted a photo of it, I'd have to let go of the whale. But letting go meant I might not get that photo.

A risk I'd have to take.

So, I let go. The whale swam away before I could take a picture.

Then, I woke up.

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Had this dream last night.

I have delusions.

In my dark house, while a storm rolled in outside, I clung to Christopher -- the love of my life.

My friends didn't like him, and I didn't like them for that. But when the storm hit, I ignored my friends and stuck Christopher into a lunchbox. He and I hunkered down in the garage. Somehow, maybe in a gust of wind, he and I were separated.

Only then did I realize what my friends had long tried to tell me: Christopher was an ice pack.

Then, I woke up.

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I originally documented this dream on May 27, 2010.