Fishy fishy.

Date: 3/12/2018

I have a black goldfish. I didn’t buy it but I took responsibility of it. I neither like nor hate him. I mean. I guess taking care of him I’ve grown attached. My dream was I went to feed him. It’s a routine almost of when I feed him. I hardly ever miss it. For some reason in my dream I was trying to remember when last I fed him. I couldn’t remember. I approached his tank. He was slightly swimming around. Not as happily as he usually does. He turned to his other side and was completely white. He’s a black goldfish. I began to panic and drop food into his water. He wouldn’t eat. I watched as the rest of his body turned white and pale. He was dead. He looked at me. I couldn’t stop him from changing colors.