I was in an exhibition building that was dark and seemed old, and walked into a room where a giant fish (possibly more than one) was swimming around in what appeared to be a bowl. It seemed cruel at first how such a large, chunky fish had to live in such a tiny space, but then we noticed that it could swim through a tube (like in a hamster cage) into another area. Then we suddenly realised we were actually under the water and that we were literally immersed in its area. Just as we were trying to figure out how we were able to breathe (air pockets?) and why we didn’t feel wet like one would expect, the fish went running past me on its legs (!) and sneakered feet (!) and somehow got into the hallway (even though I could see no barriers to either it or the water). It lay gasping for air and shaking from cold, so I picked it up and brought it back, but it seemed to take a long time and it grew weaker and weaker. When I set it down on the bottom, it fell over, and I could feel spine-like fins where something had been cut from the top of its head. Just then, my glove fell off. I reached for it, but the fish bit me. Every time I tried to recover the glove, the fish, which could move, attacked me. My glove still lies there, protected by a chunky fish.