Dogfish

Date: 6/28/2020

I’m sitting at a table in a cafe with A, and across the room there’s three fish tanks stacked on top of each other. In the top one there’s a dogfish thats just about the size of the tank it’s in. I tell my dad who works at the cafe that I like the dogfish and that it looks old with all the moss on it. He tells me he caught it in Fort William. I then realise how cruel the situation is as I watch the small shark try to swim forward in order to breathe and only manage a few inches before bouncing back, since it cannot turn round. It finally jumps out of the tank which has no lid. A and I chase it as it goes out the door and pick it up. We take it towards the sea which is difficult to find for some reason. I tell my dad how it couldn’t breathe because it couldn’t swim; he he seems to think we were best just to kill it. We protest. My change in perspective from enjoying seeing the fish in the tank to wanting it to be freed signified awareness in the dream rather than anything ethical, or even logical. I had just had a long dream before this where I was controlling and changing the dream yet justifying it with powers rather than becoming lucid. Although it’s frustrating to not realise it was a dream, getting to this point of acting out in dreams and remembering them well is a sign I’m on my back to the level I was at near the start of the year.