Dream: the streets were flooded and lots of fish had swum upstream in the floods. They were gorgeous, red-orange lionhead goldfish and at first I thought, how beautiful. But soon I realized they would all die unless I collected them in buckets and brought them back to the ponds they came from.
I tried to find buckets. I worried about the sewage in the water. I worried even if I got them back to their ponds, the water would be too polluted from the flood and they would get sick and die. But I was too late and it was hopeless. I couldn’t find buckets. The sun was out and the water had dried up. I walked the streets searching for still live fish, only to find rotting corpses everywhere. And you wonder why I don’t eat fish.
