Last night I had a rare sort of dream, one that was a story in its own right like a short film. I know that I dream every night, but so few of them pierce the veil of consciousness to stay with me after I wake. This dream involved my breaking in and looting an abandoned mansion in the face of an imminent conflict. There were many things of note in that house, but the one that stuck with me the most was an aquarium that was full of dogs swimming underwater. There were many of them in a tiny tank that was only a few inches wide from front to back, like a computer monitor or a large book stood up on edge. They all seemed to be very happy in there, and I wondered how so much depth could be compressed in such a small container. I could not possibly steal such an artifact since the skill to even maintain such a wonderful thing was clearly beyond my ability. I think I’ll unpack this dream and a few others and get them down on paper. Look forward to some interesting stories.