Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
Immediately I pack my bags and go for a passport renewal. That thing was either way lying on my desk completely useless for the past ten years. It is obvious that my subconscious wants to turn me into a crab person and I shall now allow it at any cost. I pick a few tablets from my nightstand - usually those kind that I use when I'm on a pretty tight schedule and have to finish work overnight. I managed to renew the passport and booked the first ticket to India at the Dalai Lama. Pop a few pills on the flight there. It's been now seventeen hours since I haven't had any sleep. The pincer is starting to itch. After landing I immediately head to the past ruler of Tibet and ask for a quick initiation. He shows me how to reach a state of deep trance so I can finally meet my evil subconscious and give it hell. The pills have started to wear out but with the help of Tibetan monks I am conscious in my sleep. I can see it all now. The tunnel, the genie and myself. I proclaim to the genie that I wish my subconscious self to be dead and also reverse my hand back to normal. Snap!
Concerned faces look at you. You haven't felt your fins so dry. Your beloved shakes her tail in distress but you shake back in reasurance. You can see the ocean floor once more. Whatever that dream was, it's all in the past, lying on the ocean floor next to a broken fisherman's hook.
