I dreamt I found an aquarium full of fish in my bedroom’s walk-in closet. Upon closer inspection, I realized I had purchased it years ago and promptly forgot all about it. I was surprised to see that most of the fish had survived despite my total neglect. Peering into the tank I noted that there were a few dead fish floating and one very large fish lay at the bottom of the tank, semi-eaten. Perhaps they survived as long as they had by nibbling at this large fish?
“I wonder if I should change the water?” I said aloud.
“Yes, that would be a very good idea,” replied the one fish.
I lifted the aquarium out of the closet and walked it to my kitchen. I spilled out the water and sorted through the fish, discarding the dead ones. I filled the tank with tap water only to observe the remaining fish convulsing terribly. It dawned on me that the reason they were able to survive as long as they had was that they were salt water fish! I immediately remembered that I owned a salt pump and I used it to turn the fresh, tap water into saltwater. The fish recovered quickly. The talking fish asked me to lift her out of the water and take her shopping since she never experienced dry land having spent her entire life living in my closet. I very gingerly cupped my hands around her and removed her from the aquarium. Together we went to the old I-95 Flea Market (that closed down probably around 20 years ago) and shopped for fish finders and earrings.