I had the most frightful dream of my life last night.

Everything was grey tone; nearly black and white but more similar to someone taking a Crayola marker and scribbling on my eyes. My fish bowl was on a high shelf, just at face level. I peek inside to check on Circles, the love of my life. He is swimmingly fine, enjoying the twilight and the height of his bowl. I give him a tap and a kiss and begin to tell him a story. I hear an inaudible whisper. Someone is behind me and invisibly breathing down my neck. I flip around real quick, rub and squint my eyes to see no one. After a slow breath I turn around again to check on Circles...

In that brief instant, the strange voice had sabotaged his bowl in the most brutal fashion. Spilled poison, demonic possession, whatever. He blew up to the size of his bowl and still expanded; visibly choking in his rapid growth and running out of water to breath in. His eyes bulged, his scales began to snap, his gills were womping against the sides of the bowl and trying to suck air out of the glass. He turned a grotesque shade of brown with green circles around his eyes. In this magnified state I could see an expression on his face of absolute fear as if a speeding train with a mad conductor was about two inches from his face and he was backed up against a brick wall. More afraid than I have ever seen a human.

Then it ended.