I had one of my favorite dreams last night, the one with swimming fish in it. This time instead of swimming in the air, they were swimming in my back yard, which had flooded to waist height (and yet not flooded my house). All of the lovely fish in the tank had grown huge and were happily swimming amongst the grass and flowers. Misplaced were the moths swimming amongst them, which resisted being removed from the water; apparently, they swam when newly hatched until their wings had got enough liquid in them to let them fly.
Then the doorbell buzzed, waking me up. It was my tulips from the Hortus Bulborum, a perfect thing to be awakened for on a Saturday morning. I took them inside and then fell back asleep; the moths might have still needed my assistance.