I was watching TheBabyEaters sing about how they failed to entertain me (which, no, they didn’t fail) and remembered that I had a dream this weekend about someone holding out a tray of dead but glistening goldfish and telling me to scoop some up and put them in a fishbowl and I kept thinking to myself, “well, that’s not going to bring them back to life, but ok” so I did. And of course they didn’t come back to life.
What-that-mean? Nothing? I am pretty sure I had this dream while under the influence of Advil PM, if that helps.
The title of this post is just a proclamation: I’m not into fish at all. I like them in tanks, but I don’t like to eat them.
I can handle certain types of fish provided it is cooked. Clams and osters, though….. hell no.
I just don’t like the taste so I don’t see the point, except for the breading and tartar sauce.
Me neither… and I’ve tried, how I have tried… Yuck!
I’ll make fish for others as long as the others understand I’m having a steak.
Well, Freud would say that the fish is somehow the penis you wish you had. But I don’t buy that.
I don’t like fish either. No matter how many kinds I’ve tried, I just can’t stomach it. I’m a chicken kind of girl…
Frell. I’m stumped. I don’t like to be.
Liss, …so, I wish I had a bunch of dead yet glistening penises? Disturbing. And not at all true.
Creature, I’m not so fond of being the one who had the dream and being stumped.
Okay, this SO has to do with the whole sacrificing Fab for the busload of cats somehow.
I couldn’t take it anymore so I googled “dream interpretation dead fish” and found:
Dead fish, signifies the loss of wealth and power through some dire calamity.
I’m seriously thinking I totally understand this now. But the weird part is, I’m pretty damn psyched to lose this wealth and power, so… huh. I guess putting the fish in the water and seeing they’re still dead means I’m ok with my choices.
I’m opposite, I could eat seafood everyday. However, I don’t necessarily like to look at fish.