|If ever there's really a Turtle Institute, let it be at this great beach at Sembawang Park.|
I walked to the end of the corridor which opened immediately into a seafront. People were seated at the edge of the concrete embankment, dangling their legs, chatting and laughing and yet seemed to be in some kind of discussion. Some nice, great waves were splashing up the embankment.
I thought what a nice job being a scientist at Turtle Institute! Too bad, I am an arts graduate and won't be able to apply for a job here. My idea of a great working place -- just watching the waves. Then I found that the people were actually working and not just admiring the waves. They were dangling cars and dousing them in the foamy waters -- like tea bags. In my dream, the cars were like turtles being popped into the waters. They must be making cars which can swim like turtles.
I was just about to walk on down the embankment, when I woke up. What a pity. I simply love this dream.