Dreams and nightmares

[Cath Barton]

The fish rose out of the water. It's jaws were closed, but the sheer blue bulk of it was terrifying as it slid towards me over the tiles. And so fast.  As happens in dreams, the scene shifted before the fish could get me.

It wasn't the only thing threatening me in the night and I'm surprised I didn't scream the house down.

I suppose I could put that fish in a story, but I'd rather have pleasant dreams.