Really dreadful nightmare last night, was sitting alongside a pink porcelain bathtub full of Betta fish, all colors. Mummy was in the next room. I was talking to her when I glanced down and realized all the water had drained from the tub. I freaked out and acted terribly stupid, scooping up all the fish with my hands and dropping them into plastic bags while I ran around looking for pitchers, bowls, and glasses to put them in, temporarily. The problem was I was trying to treat and purify the water with two different potions from two plastic bottles, and I was not moving fast enough. One went into my great-grandmother's crystal pitcher, a white one, here, a red one, there. A red and black one with a really fancy tail jumped from a bag and lost his fins. This was how it was going for a long while until I gave up and woke myself.
