Clamming Up.

I had a weird dream today, that I was going to post with a doodle of Shellder from Pokémon, but I can't be bothered to draw Shellder just yet.

So, there was this Animal Rescue worker, sort of like a bunch of the people I used to volunteer with, only much more hands-on. He was the sort who didn't wait for people to bring him animals, but rather, found animals to help.

The odd thing was, he exclusively rescued and treated oysters and clams.

In my dream, I saw some of the ones he had worked with, one had what a colleague of his called a "blazing vein infection", another one looked as if it had once outgrown its shell and threatened to spill out from it, until he'd cared for it. Finally, there was one they were attempting to treat, but it had fallen back into the ocean.

I don't know what made me so gung-ho to do it, but I clipped a flashlight to my sleeve and jumped into the water. The water was so black I couldn't see anything, and there was this one little spot-light of light from my sleeve. I found it, and I swam back up.

The little clam was missing the entire back-part of his shell and was packed full of sand. The Rescue Worker, he sort of looked it over and said it was a product of the clam trying to "Move Too Much At Once". I just kind of accepted that as the diagnosis, I mean, I don't know a thing about bivalves. I asked him what he was planning to do, and I remember something about a plaster reconstruction of the shell, held together by some sort of eco-friendly epoxy.

I woke up after that.