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Okay, I know I haven't done this in a while. Lots of trouble keeping them in my mind for the length of time it takes to get downstairs to the computer.

But today, dear readers, I remember a thing or two. It involves... My basement.

There was quite a lot I've forgotten of this dream, but at the climactic scene, I entered my basement carying... A Fish.

In the dream this fish was identified as a cod, but it looked a lot more like a beige grouper. But my plans for the fish were cut short when I found that the shelving I had painstakingly (really; I smashed the hell out of my thumb with a masonry hammer while putting the damned things together) put together had been smashed down, turning my worldly possessions into a gigantic pile. I set myself to the task of reassembling my shelves. This plan, however, I abort, realizing that it would be easier just to load an earlier saved game.

This done, I hang the haddock-shaped cod, and set about curing it for dinner. To this end, I cut into the 50 pound bag of salt I keep in the basement, and stuff salt into the gaping maw of the fish. But I notice that there are blue chips in the salt. About these, I ask my dad, who dismisses my concerns. Thus allayed, I move on to stuffing a catfish similarly.

For some reason, this set me on a quest to find a 7-11, but that's a tale for another night.