The beastly dreams are back with a vengence.

Last night I was climbing up the stairs of some old run down shophouse only to discover tables arranged in a semi circle (like some science fair at school) with fish tanks after fishtanks of dogs in water. The mutts were aquatic. They were living and breathing in water. When I asked the man how come the mutts could survive in water he said "We extricate them from their mother's womb when they are almost mature and dump them in the tanks. They adapt and live in water naturally." And mind you, these weren't your cutesy golden retrievers, they were all so sad and forlorn with tuffs of hair missing in places, fully submerged and barking in water.

Fucking surreal I tell you.