Dream of fish. Washing up after the lodger had a dinner party, I found some small fish in the warm washing up water, in with the bubbles. There was also a larger one, floating on its side.
Quick decision, put them in the garden pond.
As often with dreams, there followed some confusion with various other fish. I put them in a bucket to carry out, but one big fish, perhaps a pike, jumped out at me then plunged back into the same bucket.
Eventually, I got the bucket out to the ponds, by now my little pond had four sections. I emptied the bucket into one of these only to see another extraordinary sight. A marlin type grabbed itself a meal in its beak like mouth.
I don’t often remember dreams, especially one as odd as this.
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