Where reality is like a dream.

I only remembered that caption after reading through criss' blog tonight. It was in some perhentian brochure I think? We didn't really understand it at first, but after some thought it did start to make sense. It was all like a dream which came and went too quickly. Or partial sense probably, because it is rather like an escape from reality instead.
I just felt sorry for the green turtle who came around to shark bay that night, seeking solace in the darkness to nest, only to be subjected to harassment by a rowdy, light-welding bunch of humans.
I loved the shy Christmas Tree worms, always avoiding contact but popping out from their holes in the corals in an array of rainbow colours. And the little families of brightly striped clownfish always close by the dancing medusa-tentacles of the sea anemone. Oh, and this little hermit crab, conscientiously making its way from the shore to sea, violently withdrawing into its shell when it noted my existence, peeping out after a few minutes, walking a few more steps, and frantically hiding in true ostrich style again when I made my presence known. Poor little hapless fella.