So, my mom and I are moving a bunch of tropical fish and sea snakes and other beautiful/creepy stuff around, for some reason, and I'm putting a bunch of stuff in a transport container, trying to be very careful to keep from spilling, cause we are in the living room (of a house we never lived in. Or maybe one of the houses from the 70's. I'm not sure. My dad, atypically, is being really careless, and lays the transport container on it's side, water spilling out, icky creepy animals rushing out at my feet, I freak. I'm so mad at him I just want to punch him. And I wake up.