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Written by: Booker B
2/2/2008 5:35 PM

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I was in a smallish town some distance from home. I was staying someplace temporarily, while having a house built. But I couldn't remember where, and I was down there to check on progress, so it was a problem. But I found a brochure the builder gave me, so I had the info I needed about where my house was. Big relief.

This place I was staying was a big open room. Maybe the size of a basketball gym, but probably narrower, at least. I was there longer than a motel room, I think, but definitely temporary. Nevertheless, I had decided to acquire and set up an aquarium. It was huge -- footprint the size of a twin bed, only about 8 inches deep and down at bed height, so you could look down on the fish and plants and whatnot. No top. It was really cool, and I was enjoying watching the fish move around.

But they started to pick at one another, which I dislike. I had to leave -- I remember pulling the car up to an old Mayberry vintage gas pump -- and when I arrived back from the store, all hell had broken loose. The fish were battling and gnawing at one another, and the well-chewed remains of a couple of the losers could be seen in the tank. I removed those, including a small octopus that had lost the battle big-time.

Then I noticed three fish sitting in a puddle on the step next to the tank and struggling to breathe. They didn't get out of the tank. They were put there some other way, but they were dying and I had to get them into the water. They were all the same species -- long and graceful with flowing fins, one deep red-orange, another silvery white, and a third the white with orange spots, a lot like fancy goldfish but with very different bodies. I grabbed the red one and got it into the tank, then I turned back and a dog had grabbed the spotted one. I tried to get it back but the fish had no hope. So I picked up the white one, which was just about expired, and slipped it into the tank.

The dream ended when I realized I was going to have to move all that fucking water back home and then to my new house when it was done.

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