My fish had somehow learned to fly, and was flitting around my room like a bird. It had spawned clones which didn't fly so well, so I had to pick up the gasping little goldfish and throw them back in the bowl. My fish, though, seemed very capable at flight; he would do a lap around my room, take a dip in the fishbowl, then come out and do another lap. At the time, this seemed perfectly normal. Now, it seems like the weirdest damn dream I've had in a long time.