Save the Whale

I'm out for a walk, and I end up on some sort of patio/deck that overlooks a beach. It appears to be one or two stories up. I look down at the water and see a large, dark fin sticking out, heading for the shore. The creature leaps onto the beach, and I see that it's an abnormally large orca, writhing about in pain. It has another whale or large fish embedded in its face, as if the two had collided at high speed. Down below, a concerned crowd gathers around it. The whale jumps back in the water, and begins to thrash about. I keep catching glimpses of its large jaws above the water. Suddenly it makes a great leap and lands right in front of me on the deck. Realizing that this is my chance to save it, I grab the tail of the smaller creature and pull, and it slides easily out of the whale's face. The whale bellows and dives back into the water, and I am left standing, taking in what just happened. I strike a "wow, look what I just did" pose, as the crowd rushes in to cheer me and smother me in hugs and high fives.

I see April, so I break away from the crowd and we walk to the other side of the deck. The water level is now even with the deck, and there's a a short ladder leading to a small inflatable boat. April and I get in the boat and head a short distance out on the water. Suddenly, the enormous whale reappears. It's still angry, and possibly permanently deranged by its previous head-trauma. Its jaws open nearby, creating a whirlpool. I shout "GO BACK!" and April and I row back to the ladder. When we're close, I jump off the boat onto the deck, grab April's arm, and whisk her off the boat. Just in time. The whale surfaces right below the boat, swallowing it whole.

snippets from last night

There's this song that they've been playing on WBER called "Ali in the Jungle," and there's this line that goes "it's the greatest coming since Lazarus." My mind took that bit of info, and in my dream, there was this non-fiction book about Lazarus coming back from the dead - like it actually happened, and this book was explaining it.
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Arthur and I were at his high school reunion, and there was this girl there who was saying that Arthur's eyes looked more normal now - like in high school they looked too close together or something (?) because of how he wore his hair.
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Sleep talking - this happened in real life. I was half asleep and asking Arthur to rub my back. He stopped, but I wanted him to keep going. I was mostly asleep and thinking/dreaming about Lady Gaga, so when I asked him to start again, I asked him to "rub my Lady Gaga."

The Superfluous Chaperon

For some reason, I was a chaperon on a class trip for some young kids. I was supposed to help everyone board a school bus in front of my house, but there were lots of other chaperons already helping, and I didn't have anything to do. I noticed that the other chaperons had official IDs hanging around their necks, while I did not. Feeling out of place, I decided that the others had it covered, so I slipped away and into my house.

Sculpture trouble

I was on the moon with a bunch of people. We were tourists. Apparently the moon had a breathable atmosphere and comfortable temperature, because there was no need to wear a spacesuit. We were gathered around a sculpture, carved out of moon rock, that the astronauts had made. There was a brick walkway around it, and a little informative plaque. The sculpture looked like two large, interlocking cubes, set in a base.

Some other people decided to try and lift the sculpture. I just stood and watched, thinking it was a bad idea. Two people -- a man and a woman -- managed to lift the sculpture out of its base and start walking across the moon with it. They were just having fun, but I was pretty nervous that they'd break it. Eventually, they decided to return it, and everyone gathered around to help maneuver it into the base.

At some point, the sculpture turned from giant stone cubes to a real live cat. We were trying to put the cat back in its base, but it kept moving. It was distressing because before we had taken the sculpture off the base, the cat had been frozen and stonelike. Now, we had "awoken" the stone cat and it was alive. Would it turn back into a sculpture when we put it correctly into place? Apparently not. The cat was real, and I realized that now we had to take it back to Earth with us. For one thing, it would be lonely and psychologically damaging for the cat be be stranded on the moon with no company. Also, I knew it would soon starve.