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Fish Dream

In midstream of a dream,

Fish emerged.

From every point,

They emerged.

With every thought,

Fish came to be here.

Fish came to be there.

I awoke, wet from head to toe.

My wife's eyes filled with tears.

She held our baby.

She held a butcher knife,

The bloody blade glistened in the light.

I could see the swim fighting to swim upstream now.

I didn't see the blade come down again.

I could feel myself bathed in the wetness.

I didn't know where I was.

I fell back asleep in midstream.

I swam among those fish henceforth.