I am in bed with Natasha. It seems it is morning. Toward my feet and to my left is something like a birdbath, and an insanely large Betta, probably 50 pounds, swims up and squirms up into the birdbath. I point out to Natasha how big these fish can grow.

The fish then swims out of the birdbath and begins nibbling at my feet. my room is full of water, level with the surface of my bed. The fish has become like a large grey shark, but with a soft nose. It sniffs at my feet and keeps trying to get his mouth around my toes and take a bite of me. Each time I pull my feet away he looks again for a new angle.

(Natasha awakened me at that point, claiming I was kicking around)