You're walking around your room, not really doing anything, but not really wanting to do anything. You consider calling your friend, but remember that they're spending the day at their Aunt's, who has no cell service. You walk over to your mirror, and you scream.
Your head has been replaced with a giant orange fish head.
Your mom flings the door open and asks you what's wrong. You yell, "I'm a freaking goldfish!" and your voice sounds warble-y. She gives you a quizzical look, then says "You're right," as if she didn't notice your fish head. She takes you to the pet store as you mumble hysterically. She buys you a fish bowl and plops you in there as you magically shrink to fit in the bowl. She tells your siblings to not tap the glass because fish-people don't like that.
And you spend your days waiting for fish food and talking to the palm tree your mom put in there for some decoration.
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This is part of a series on dreams.
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