Unbelievably Boring

Don't Be Koi

I had a dream last night. I was at my mother's house, and her neighbor Mr. Jones, was there too. We were trying to determine why the drains were stopped and backing up. It seemed as though none of the water would drain from the tub, kitchen sink or washing machine. The water just swished back and forth from one to the other, like from the washing machine into the tub, and back again.

We went into the back yard and lifted a large piece of the lawn up. It peeled right off the ground, like a carpet of grass. Underneath, we discovered a sort of septic tank, but it was more like a buried swimming pool. Aside, that does strike me as funny because as children my brother and I used to call in-ground pools under-ground pools not realizing the mistake.

In the pool were some very large koi fish, about the size of flounder fish. I thought, "that's where my koi went," referring to the gold fish I had in Springfield, but left there when I moved out. There were also some babies in the water. They were dressed, and they came out of the water and sat by the poolside.

I wondered why the koi didn't get any bigger. Someone had once told me that koi fish will grow as large as the tank will allow, so why weren't they 12 feet long instead of just 12 inches? It was a strange dream indeed.

Sometimes my son will wake up in the middle of the night and say, "I had a bad dream." He is half asleep when he says this, and when I try to ask him about his dream, he drifts back into sleep. The next day, he does not mention it. I should help him make a dream journal. I could write down his ideas in the morning. That would be nice.