It was a nice spring day during spring break on Staten Island, New York. It was 60 degrees and a clear sky with a cool breeze. I was at the pier me and my father used to fish when I was little. I love to fish, but I never eat what I catch. I simply take a picture of the larger catches and throw it back in. 

	It was around 1 o’clock when someone came on to the pier. I didn’t turn around but said a friendly “hello”. The person replied “Hi there, any good catches?” in a raspy voice. I figured he was old and said “ Nah man how about you?” he said “yeah I’ve had a few good trips over the last few days. Hey do you know how to swim?” he asked. “Yeah, I’ve been swimming since I was three” I replied. “Yeah I’d reckon I’ve been swimming since birth or close after it” he replied. “Wow that’s pretty cool” I say. 

	At this point I was Interested in seeing how this person looked. When I turned around I nearly had a heart attack when I turned around. For it wasn’t a man standing there but a 5 foot tall fish standing on its tail-fins. The only words i can get out are “What the hell?!” and I run. Out on the boulevard I walk to a nearby deli.

	At the deli I ask to use their bathroom. I splash my face and tell myself I need more sleep. I catch a bus to my friend’s house and explain to him what happened. He tells me I’m crazy and I should go home and sleep. 

As I walk in my front door something is wrong. I open my bedroom door and there is the 5 foot tall fish, singing on the edge of my bed. I faint and when I come to my alarm is ringing and its 7 am the same day. I realize it was a dream, but my room still smelled suspiciously like fish....