Dolphin Dreams

Word Prompt – Dreams

Set during the Season One Episode, 'Hide and Seek.'

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Tim had no idea how relieved he'd been. For seven days now he'd been plagued by the thought that he was going nuts.

'I mean – who dreams about a dolphin?' he thought to himself, aggravated. 'Except Lucas.'

And who could he tell about it? They'd all just laugh and quickly come to the same conclusion he'd already made – that being cooped up in a submarine had finally gone to his head.

Seven nights – the same dream – over and over again, with no idea what it meant. The first couple of nights he'd shrugged it off, but then it kept happening. It was tiring, never mind frustrating. There had been enough going on lately without this adding to it. He didn't feel himself, and just looking at Darwin gave him the shivers. If Darwin was in his head, what sorts of things was he seeing in return? It wasn't even worth thinking about. He just hoped it was a one-way connection.

Eventually, out of desperation, he'd told Tim, and thankfully he'd kept it to himself. It had been good to get it off his chest, but it had done nothing to alleviate the problem. Now Tim had started having them too and, as relieved as he was not to be the only one, he just wanted to know what was going on – what was Darwin trying to tell them?

"Turns out Lucas has been having them too," Tim told him as they walked along the deck to the moon pool.

"For how long?" Miguel asked.

"About the same time as you."

"This is just weird."

"It's not that weird. Wierder things have happened on this tour."

Miguel looked at him, aghast. "That's alright for you to say – this isn't the first time you've had a dolphin in your head," he quipped.

"What's that got to do with anything? It's not like I'm used to it!" he defended.

"I'm just saying…" Miguel began.

"What…? That I'm the one that's weird?" Tim barked. He understood Miguel felt the need to distract the attention away from himself – after all – who'd want to admit to what they were going through? But that didn't give him the right to make him feel like the carrot in the fruit bowl.

"No!" Miguel barked back. In hindsight his remark had been uncalled for, so he swiftly retracted it and apologised. "What are we gonna do about it?" he asked after a moment of regretful silence.

"That's why Lucas wants to see us," Tim explained. "He's got some idea about rigging Darwin's tank so we can see what he's thinking."

"What, psychic projection from a dolphin?" he asked, sceptically.

Tim looked at him sidelong with a grin. "You're asking me that when you've been receiving messages from one for a week?" He laughed as Miguel pursed his lips sheepishly. "If this isn't proof that dolphins are psychic, I'm booking Doctor Westphalen for a head exam."

"You won't be the only one," Miguel groaned.