Last night I dreamed I was standing with a young girl beside an aquatic display, and one of the things on the table was a sea anemone. The girl yanked it from its tank, tossed it to the side, and made a careless joke. Then I picked it up and looked at its underbelly.
"It's alive," you know? I said to the girl, and she gave me a stunned look.
"No it's not," she replied curtly, but when I put it back into the tank, it quickly buried itself into the sand. I looked at the girl again who realized her mistake.
I said, "A sea anemone is not your enemy, see?"