Reoccuring Betta dreams becoming an issue
I've always had vivid dreams, and from time to time they get odd, or something happens that affects my day. Seeing as I deal with my fish directly before bed, they end up being the last thing I think about. I don't have a problem with the dreams... until now.
Last night I dreamed I was in town and saw this store with big bright letters saying "Betta". I was so excited, another store with Betta! Outside the store in a huge tank with the stunning Betta with fins so long I can't believe it could swim ( It would have needed a 5 gallon minimum to fit, anything smaller and it would be unable to flare) There were many kinds displayed on the outside of the store, so I went in. I got talking with the lady there, and it turns out she and a few others who worked there would breed Betta from time to time. I mentioned I was interested in learning, and she showed me some of the new breeding spawn. They were the size of my arm. She pointed out a couple she believed would be turning blue, but she mentioned they were too young to tell what gender they were, so it would be a gamble to buy them too early. Another man came in, and she asked him to show me the breeding set up. He took me into a back room, and we continued on until we were outside. We followed a trail, and came to this old abandoned looking house. He told me it was cheaper to breed the Betta in there. The inside was rather nice, but the only tank in there had three oddly colored goldfish. A whole bunch of weird people started showing up, and I began to get a bad feeling about it. I wanted to leave, but (somehow) he still had Biscotti and Macchiato, and i couldn't leave them behind. After much argument and a mini panic attack, I took a long pole and started to hit the guy with it. I hit as hard as I could, but he just laughed and laughed. Finally I hit him in the face, and broke his nose. He ended up bleeding down his face and front, and I took off running to find my babies while he ran out of the house. At the back of the house, he burst in a door and I got out my stick again. There was some running, and I was throwing cans and things were getting lethally violent.
Over two fish. In my head I tried to kill a guy so he wouldn't steal my Betta for breeding (who the hell steal VTs for breeding ?!?!?!?!?) I was soooo shocked when I woke up. I actually commit myself to murder over my Betta. Sure it was in my head, but it was soooo real.
Note to self: Feed fish several hours before bed.
It's really the eyes that get me. They aren't like goldfish or guppies, these guys can speak to you if you are willing to watch them and listen.