| It was a night of transport. Taking a plane and eventually car, I traversed North America. I got a speeding ticket in Iceland as I was trying to outrun my family. The country was gray and snow-covered. Some places were cozy, while others were harsh and industrial. The dream ended back in my house. I had a bright yellow betta fish that kept jumping out of the glass of water that was its bowl. It seemed to grow larger at the same time as various water-filled dishes began appearing in front of me. I kept trying to put this bright yellow friend back into water, but it kept jumping out again. Every time I picked him up, he slipped through my fingers. |
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