Bob and I was on a trip, and he was arrested. The person that arrested him was a woman in a brown uniform, and although we were in the United States, for some reason I knew that she was from the Canadian police force.

I was standing at a counter waiting to talk to the authorities and figure out what to do, and through a window, I saw him outside, walking toward the building.

I stepped away from the counter and ran to the window, looking behind me to see if I was going to lose my place, but I didn't see anyone coming up to the counter behind me. I tried to get his attention by slapping the glass doors with the flat of my hand, and tried to tell him to stay where he was, not to come in, then I raced back to the counter before someone else could get there before me.

Then I dreamed that I got a new job, but they closed before I had been there a month.

I was at work, and noticed that Julia had a fishbowl on her desk. It was a bowl, not a tank, and was fairly small, but it was full of lots of large pinkish-gold fish, and it also had a pump attached to the site. I told her there were too many fish in the bowl, that they would do better if they weren't so crowded.

So somehow--I guess she was trying to get some of the fish out--she dumped water all over her desk. It was dripping down the side and into the drawers, and I grabbed some towels and helped clean it up.

As I was doing that, I was thinking about how nice it would be to have a fishbowl of my own. I could buy a small one--I wouldn't have to have a pump like Julia had, it could just be a regular bowl--and I could stock it with a bunch of really tiny fish.

I went so far as to think about what I would do when the fish died, as they inevitably would--I would just scoop them out and take them to the restroom and flush them.

Eventually I realized that I was only going to be at this job a few more days, so it didn't really make sense to get the fishbowl now--I should wait until I had a new job, and get it then.

While I was thinking all this, I wandered over to another part of the office where there was a huge saltwater tank. This tank seemed to be something that I had had at another job, five or ten years ago. It was full of big, old fish, and big pieces of coral--someone said that the biggest piece of coral was so old that it was worth something like $400 or $500.

There was an octopus in there, too, and he moved slowly up off the bottom of the tank, displacing rocks and coral, and he seemed to have a sort of shell, like a crab shell, the cracked as he rose. He rose up out of the tank and hugged someone standing nearby--it seemed to be something that he did periodically, and I wanted a hug, too, so went over next to him, and he hugged me with two of his tentacles, and I wished that I had my camera with me so I could have someone take a picture.