The Fish Dream

Weird dreams are entertaining, but I really wouldn't mind getting a good nights sleep for once. Seems like my silly brain just doesn't want to rest, even when it's so tired. 

That's ok though. At least it wasn't the FISH DREAM.

For 3 years, spanning from a little before I left for college (in 2008) until a little after I moved back (in 2011) I would dream about fish EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. But every night it was a different dream. Some nights it was "Rainbow Space Fish", other nights it was "Floating-In-Air-Jellyfish" or "Glowing-Cannibal-EeI/Betta-Hybrid Fish". There was the "Fish-In-A-Picture-Frame-Growing-Roots-Out-Of-It's-Body" dream. I even had the "Fish Being Eaten Alive By A Black Widow" dream. EW. I couldn't figure out WHY I WAS DREAMING ABOUT FISH. 

I tried looking up meanings on the internet, every result I got was "Pregnant women often dream about fish". WHAT. I HAVE BEEN PREGNANT FOR 3 YEARS? How did this happen? Why didn't I notice?? WHY HAVEN'T I GIVEN BIRTH YET SO I CAN STOP HAVING THESE DREAMS?? Obviously, you can't trust dream websites. Anyway, so I thought, maybe if I buy a fish, the dreams will go away. I bought one, it committed suicide*. I bought another one. It died  a few weeks later of some kind of yucky fish disease. But it didn't stop the dreams.

You would think that dreaming about a magical rainbow fish would be a fun and happy experience, but this was not so. The rainbow fish was like a piranha, and would viciously attack and eat all the other fish. It made me very upset to sit around and watch this in all its gory detail, (and to my dream self this seemed like scary, JAWS-like gore), not only was it horrifying to watch, but I also felt extremely disappointed in the rainbow fish. why would such a beautiful thing be so evil? This did not a restful nights sleep make. 

My waking mind wasn't much better. Somehow those fish made their way into my subconscious, because all day my brain would be going:

fish.

fish.

fish.

Fish.

FISH. 

FISH.

FISH!!

FISHFISHFISHFISHFISH!!!!

Fish! ahahaha!!! they were driving me crazy!!! 

Actually, I think this is the point in my life where I started becoming OCD. oTL

Thanks a lot, fish.

Finally, and thankfully, the dreams just tapered off on their own. I just never want to see another fish. Ever.

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*When I moved into my first apartment, I was so lonely, I didn't know anyone in town, so I became very attached to my fish. Oh what fun me and Aziraphale had. When he saw me, he would always come over to the side of the bowl where I was and make cute little gulping faces. I would talk to him a lot, probably more than what was healthy for a sane person. He was a great listener. We had a little game where I would stick a fish food pellet on my finger and hold it above the water and he would jump out of the water and grab it.

Then the terrible day came.

I don't know what I had eaten but I had really bad food poisoning. Azzy's bowl was in the family room. I spent the entire 24 hrs in the bathroom attached to my bedroom violently throwing up and sleeping. I didn't come out of my room at all for like a day and a half.

When I finally was feeling healthy enough to venture out and away from the toilet, I went out front to feed Azzy.

And there he was, all shriveled up and dead on the carpet.

He must have heard me dying in the other room, and jumped out of his bowl to come save me. He was such a good little fishy.

Bless you Azzy. Bless you. And may you rest in peace.