I'm in some water, like at the ocean, with large swells, like waves that don't break. The water is clear, and I can see schools of fish swimming in it, like I'm looking from under the water. Some of the fish are small, but some are edible-size, larger than my hand. The swells pass over this sandbar, where I believe I'm standing in waist-high water, and I claim that it would be really easy to catch some of the fish as they pass over the sandbar.

I'm not sure how I do it, but apparently I catch a few of the fish, and give them to my sister Petra to cook, in a house where we are apparently staying near the ocean. She puts them in water, and asks me why they are floating on their sides, apparently dying. I ask her what water did she put them in, just tap water? She says yes, and I say that's the mistake, she needs to put them in ocean water. We discuss whether it really matters, since we're going to eat them anyway, but I point out that we won't eat them until tomorrow, so if we keep them alive in ocean water until then, they will be fresher.