2.03.2011

freeing the fish

In real life, I am headed to New York this morning for a quick work trip. 

In my dream, I took along a goldfish. Caring for it in its lovely glass bowl. In my car to New Haven, on the train to Grand Central, through the streets of Manhattan.

I left the goldfish behind in my hotel room when I checked out. On purpose. And I made the trek home alone.