A Fish Dream, And The Return Of The Non-Existent Sitting Room
Author: zed
In the dream, I woke up at 4am one morning. It soon became clear that the rest of my household had too, so we got up, only to be exhausted by the evening.
I was at the office of my parents' shop. My brother was employed to do a certain job for three hours a week, but he told my parents that he didn't want to do it anymore. I was going to offer to do it, but Mum did instead.
When I arrived back at university after a holiday, I walked into the same sitting room (that doesn't really exist) as in I was in two nights ago. This time, my corridor mate Catherine and my online acquaintance Sarah Zenk were there. I had intended to go straight to my room, but I stayed there, talking to them for a while.
There were three fish travelling around on a bus, floating in the air above the back seat. I decided to rescue them. But as I came close to them, the bus lurched and they were scattered. There were two people on the bus, who instructed me as to where the fish had gone, but they caught the first two, and when I captured the third, it turned to a squishy mess between my fingers. I got off the bus and went to wash my hands.
(I have only one recurring dream, which involves my tropical fish doing strange things. They'll float in the air, multiply rapidly and split into two, and it never fails to disturb me. It used to occur every couple of months, but this was the first one I'd had in a long time.)
