Tortoise with a cracked shell?

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6/3/2014This is late .. this dream occurred three nights ago(5/31?), but I'm telling you now ... confession: I had just read an email on feng-shui suggesting that I should add figurines of turtles to my decor (and even one under the bed) for "support"...

>>I'm indoors with family. I am sweeping cat/dog fur from under the kitchen sink and behind the dishwasher (a cabinet is movable so I can get behind it). The fur is orange. I muse it must be from my sister's calico even though that cat is predominantly white. Then the broom pulls out a white fluffy dog! It's definitely a dog.. I think bringing to life the saying "there's so much fur under here you could make another dog!" <so, maybe I need to sweep under and behind the appliances?>...
 I go outdoors. Walking straight out along a dirt path, I notice an old wooden flat-bed wagon to my right. I notice a turtle (tortoise) sticking its head out of a pile of leaves on the back of the wagon. The wagon is about 4 feet high, and I think the turtle can't be happy there, and should be on the ground. The shell is bright green, but it's domed like a tortoise. As I reach to move it, the turtle tries to bite me.. twice. I quickly grab it and put it on the ground. Somehow, this resulted in an overturned turtle, and I notice the underside was tan, but now is old, gray, and dingy. I set it right side up, and I notice a crack about a quarter or a third of the way up the shell. The crack is approximately a millimeter wide and open, and extends all the way across the shell. Well, that can't be good! I thought, and I pulled out my phone to take a picture of it to send to my sister who loves turtles. I mistyped the passcode on my phone. The turtle is crawling away - in a hurry! I can't find the backspace to correct the passcode. Turning off/on brings me to the same screen with the wrong code. I give up and chase after the turtle.
That thing is as fast as a lizard! I ask anyone I pass "Did you see a green turtle come past?" They each point to the forward direction.. by the time I get to a shed, I know I will have to give up the chase....
Now here's the weird part... I am walking through this shed - tool barn - and I hear music playing (the middle beats of Freakazoid by Midnight Star. I'm dancing as I walk, and (actor) David Spade is following me through the barn rambling "Oh, Heidi! I don't want to hear this story again! About how you met him and he's really not a good dancer and can't sing..." -
I glance behind me, "I don't think I've talked to you or even seen you since I've been back!"
I turn left through a doorway (that seems to open on the rightside of the shed?). I see (actor) Patrick Warburton (also from sit-com "Rules of Engagement"... was I watching this before I went to sleep?). I ask him about the turtle. He says he saw it going "that way," and points to a continuation of the original path headed into a field by the edge of the woods. Interestingly, there is water separating where I am standing (on a grassy bar) from where the turtle went. I stepped off the bar and quickly recovered before my shoe was wet.
I see two people (a guy and a girl) in a small boat in the water not far away. They appear to be taking trash out of the water. A young man behind me lifts an old ornate rubber turquoise blue doormat from a puddle in front of a desk (we are indoors, yet outdoors).
"It looks like a doormat," I offer.
"Yeah. It was my brother's," he replies.
"House flooded? or trashed?"
"It was trash."
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I need paper...

I should really keep a journal next to the bed like I used to! ... here's a few cold clips I can remember as I ready for sleep again...

(1) last night (Friday, January 25-Saturday Jan 26, 2013):
In response to an actual Tweet I sent to +Tom Cruise (even though I am 1:57.6K (followers on Twitter), you follow me and that makes me smile!) .. Tom replied to me (you may be 1 of 57.6K, but you are 2 in 3.3M (fans on FB)*...* -Tom)
I think I woke up too fast from that one, or I would have remembered more of the message (the *...*)! I did grab my phone to see if it was true... not yet. But, it is true that I follow Tom on Facebook from two personal profiles.. and My Little Crochet Shop! Tom is awesome!)

(2) a few nights ago, but less than 7 nights:
I was crossing a rock-strewn creek with a man (let's use the word "guy" meaning between the ages of 25 and 50, but physically fit and attractive for 50). We are collecting treasure from an island in the middle of the creek (ok,creek might be too small, but my vision of a river is too big). There is a table set for a large dinner party, and I walk around the end counterclockwise. Now, the guy and I are running in the woods. We have rifles? There is danger. We look for safe places to hide according to the danger (which can change). We duck behind a wooden shed in the woods to hide from a dinosaur (imagine T-Rex) headed our way. I ask him, "Is this really where you would want to hide from that?" No, so we split up and look for depressions in the ground like ditches or holes where trees have overturned. I am thinking about other dangers like fires and floods that might change my mind about where to hide.

(3) I did dream about Mr. Cruise on at least one occasion this week.. several nights ago. I remember being in a room with a fireplace and Tom and I were lying on a mattress on the floor. Voluminous ivory linen sheets. It is morning, but not early morning. People are stirring about in the house. The door to the room is open. I remember being anxious about that, but seeing a woman pass by in the hallway (was that Nicole Kidman?) and not even giving us a glance, I relaxed (Well, okay then!)... sorry, no details for you here... 
THEN .. Tom and some other actors are in a bar scene where one guy hands Tom a half filled glass of beer and Tom is supposed to chug it. I am somehow assisting the production. The director hopes to do this scene in one take. Of course, it doesn't. After the second take, Tom switches to water and editing will make it look right. After two takes with water, Tom says he can't drink this water... the take is in my hometown, and the tap water is not bad, but not great. I go to the (MY!) refrigerator and pull out the Brita pitcher of filtered water and say, "Oh, here, Sweetie! I've been holding out on you!" Tom takes the pitcher, looks at it, and turns shaking his head.
Somewhere in the middle up there where Tom is switching from beer to water, there is a short actor (under 5 ft tall, maybe under 4ft?) who has taken some liberties with his costume and added my green tablecloth and a purple scarf as layered shawls. The director just allows whatever, because this actor is a bit of a dramaqueen (the bad kind) and everyone just goes along with whatever. Now, these items were ACTUALLY in my dining room at the time... so if my walls were red brick instead of yellow drywall, it could have been my house?

Odd, huh?