Now a friend of mine wrote me a letter which she gave me last Monday. In it, I won’t go into all the details, she found herself walking down the street holding a fish and the fish was still, like a dead fish; but she could see its pulse, therefore, it still had life. She found a little cup in which she placed water and put it in the water. Then, as happens in a dream, it jumped out and it was lost again…but she found it. This time she put it in a bigger area where you would keep fish. And then two catfish attacked it from each side, bit it, wounded it, and it fell to the bottom. It seemed to be in its last stages of, well, gasping for its life. She reached down into the very bottom of that area and pulled it up. Then she had to make a long journey, so she got a glass bowl and she didn’t realize there were holes in it. A man couldn’t wait, he was in a hurry, so she put it on the side. When she got to the point of getting off, she went around to collect the fish, and this time it’s a little minnow. Well, what to do? She took this little fish and then all of a sudden she began to feel responsible for the fish…she felt the whole thing depended upon her for its existence. And then she began to awake and a voice said to her—and it’s her own voice though it was a male voice, and she’s very much a girl—she heard a male voice saying to her “O my God.” Then she woke.553 ¶29