A dream from my past
A museum is excavating the historic, sunken steamer at the bottom of the north Atlantic, and piece by piece, tearing her apart to be rebuilt on land.
They request the help of several school kids at my elementary school. The kids line up in the shape of the ship to give the experts a visual of where the pieces should be assembled.
I am wholly against the idea of destroying the ship to rebuild it. I stand in the midst of the children and the museum staff and speak my mind on the matter. "You are grave robbers," I say, "that was the last place that many people saw before their death and you're going to take it from them. They're still down there. Their bones and dust is settled all around that ship and you're going to take it and all it's valuables and leave their remains in the deep darkness til the end of time." I shame them for what they're doing, bunch of grave robbers. Dream ends.
I wake up
A museum is excavating the historic, sunken steamer at the bottom of the north Atlantic, and piece by piece, tearing her apart to be rebuilt on land.
They request the help of several school kids at my elementary school. The kids line up in the shape of the ship to give the experts a visual of where the pieces should be assembled.
I am wholly against the idea of destroying the ship to rebuild it. I stand in the midst of the children and the museum staff and speak my mind on the matter. "You are grave robbers," I say, "that was the last place that many people saw before their death and you're going to take it from them. They're still down there. Their bones and dust is settled all around that ship and you're going to take it and all it's valuables and leave their remains in the deep darkness til the end of time." I shame them for what they're doing, bunch of grave robbers. Dream ends.
I wake up
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