last night i dreamed of orcas. big orcas, baby orcas. i was standing on a rocky shore with friends and we were watching them moving up a thin channel layered with shallow rocks and raging rapids and the babies were small but still twice the size of me and one was riding atop it's mother's back. and the mother lifted herself up onto a red wooden bridge just below my rocky vantage point and i was terrified she wouldn't be able to thwump her way across the wood to get back into the icy water and i crawled my way down the ledge and put my hands all over her back and pressed my nose into her rubbery skin and smelled salt and seaweed and told her it was time to go home. and her great eye whirled around backwards and looked at me, black and white and shining, and it seemed her head imperceptibly nodded and whap whap whap her great tail thrashed and her great body moved and she splashed down.
i climbed back up onto the rocks to sit with my friends again and watch them all swim away, and then, without knowing why, and feeling guilty, we flicked our cigarette butts into the orca-free water, watched them dampen and swirl in the eddies and currents, and disappear around a corner, and i woke up.
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