reach down and try to catch it with my hand. No need, for it bites my thumb. Wincing a bit from its grip, I take it out of the water. On the way back to the river bank, I see another fish and manage to capture it. Exhausted, I lay the fish on the bank of the river. Innumerable fish begin to congregate along the bank.

I am looking at the deep blue ocean. The sun is shining very brightly and forms a gold circle over the ocean. A large silver fish jumps out of the water and through the gold circle, just as if it had been trained. As it passes through the circle, it changes from silver to gold.

We see a flying fish coming straight at us. Its mouth forms an O. It is behind a fence which it hits and then drops at our feet. We just stare at it. I don't want to hurt it. A voice says to cut a circle in its side. My husband does this. Inside the fish we find pearls—pearls beyond perfect. Also inside are something like snails. I know that eventually they will leave their shells and the rock noise inside them will be a diamond.