Last night I dreamed I visited a place where sea turtles were kept captive, like a zoo or sanctuary. The turtles were all cared for. I was then introduced to my real mother, who was a sea turtle. My rational mind told me to be fearful of being bit. My mother sea turtle was overjoyed to see me and shared her love through some kine of non verbal communication. I wanted to take her with me, but was told I wouldn’t be able to take care of her beyond the sanctuary.
It’s interesting how within a dream the idea of your mother being a different species does not seem impossible or foreign.