Somewhere just beyond my reach...
My goldfish dream.
This is from a conversation on yahoo messenger of me telling my friend about the dream.
my family had a house and it was kinda in the woods
and we had a really cool porch kinda like yours but bigger
and it was raining
so i walked outside
looked on the porch and there were tons of fish just laying there...dying
and a lot of them were goldfish
and i felt soo bad
and i had to save them
but i was afraid to pick them up
so i ran inside and got a bucket and ran down the hill to a really weird stream and filled it up
but the water was dirty
and i managed to pick up two really weird fish when i filled it with water
but i didnt have the heart to throw them back
so i ran back to the porch
and one of the fish was pretty much dead
and i started crying
it was the prettiest goldfish there
so i picked him up and his tail fell off (dont know why)
cried more
and put him in the bucket
he floated to the top
but i didnt want to believe he was dead
so i left him there
and picked up a few more
for some reason i ran back to the stream to get more water
and when i looked back in the bucket he was starting to get his color back
and moving a little
and somewhere in there i remember asking my mom about the other two fish and she said she didnt know if i should keep them
i also remember filling it up in the bathtub for some reason and i kept having to empty out the water cause i couldnt get it the right temperature
...There's someone reaching back for me
