Dream Journal
Damon, Melissa and I were in a tourist-y gift shop that was full of cheap looking, tourist-y items. In the center of the room was a grotesquely hideous plastic sculpture of a giant marlin-sized fish. The fish was positioned as if it was jumping from the water, but this fish had wings: bright, pink wings.
The wings were attached with springs or the like and wiggled. Dana walked in from the back of the shop and leaned her arm against the fish, making the wings jiggle and flop. She exclaimed how much she loved the fish, and she tried to convince Damon to let her buy it.