I really honestly do believe that there is a Giant Octopus that lives in the North Pole somewhere deep, very deep, and that is somehow dreaming. Call him Cthulu if you wish. It matters not.
I love him. And oddly enough I know it's a male.
I also know that he is being slowly murdered by the pollution we humans are creating...
In my dream, his tentacles were being cut by lumberjacks.
Black oily-blood came out of the wounds.
And he screamed for my help...
That dream made me cry many nights for many, many years.
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