Another bizarre dream from the gallery.

Turtles in space. For some reason I'm in space,
with a crowd of people in what looks like a
laboratory in a hangar with lab equipment around
the place. We are discussing experiments on the
effects of weightlessnes and I suggest releasing a
turtle: it has a shell and can resist bumps, but
has flippers and is used to water, so it might do
well in weightlessness.

The turtle is released over the heads of the crowds.
For the first few seconds, the poor thing is very
confused, stunned even. He just rolls gently around
without moving and then he starts to flap his flippers
against the air and move forward. That gives him the
idea quickly and he starts to go towards the ceiling,
moving in the air as if he were in water at sea. There
is cheering and applause as he flies over someone's
head, making for the roof.

Suddenly it all starts to go wrong. A look of panic
appears on the reptile's face - as far as turtles are
able to convey a look of panic. He starts to swell and
expand, inflating until he is the size of a small
ballon. It's obvious what is about to happen. People
start frantically trying to move away. I shelter
behind a pillar. There is a huge *bang* and turtle
paste coats the walls, equipment and people all
around. People scream.

They have a good reason to scream, because a fragment
of turtle shell has shattered a hole in the wall and
the air is escaping. I can hear the fatal whistling
that all astronauts dread. The air whips past my face,
and the whole area is full of whirling papers and pens
and panicking people. The air pressure is trapping me
against the pillar and I'm having difficulty
breathing. Before my eyes, the view is starting to
turn red, and I am about to suffer the same fate as
the turtle. Explosive decompression. Serves me right.
Animal experiments do not pay.

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