I had a very nice dream this morning about turtles. They were swimming up out of the tub next to my bed as I lay there watching the various rocks and gravel get washed away down the very large drain that was more like a toilet drain than a tub drain. The rocks would get washed away periodically by waves. The turtles came up out of the drain, as did the frogs that preceeded them. It was very comforting to watch all this as I lay there, covered by my blanket, wondering what the hell I was doing in grad school as I didn't think it'd actually get me anywhere in my career and school was wearing me down. I wasn't enjoying it. Watching the tub and turtles let me relax. Even when the turtles walked over me and one bit my finger, not enough to injure me, but hard enough to hurt. I then fed him a banana and woke up.