..the dreamers of dreams

Yesterday morning I had a dream, and I actually remember it and it's weird. I have been having lots of weird dreams lately, like just last week I dreamed my friend Kevin was a murderer and he buried his victim in the floor, a la "tell-tale heart" style. Then he came to me because the burden of guilt was just to much to handle. I told him he should turn himself in, even though it would mean I would never see my friend again. I suppose we should always hold what's right above our own feelings. But yesterdays dream I could not pull any sort of moral benefit from.
So just some background before I explain the dream to you, I had a fish named Pablo, he was a pretty betta and he died, I was sad. It seems silly but I grow attached to things very easily. His death has been on my mind since it happened.
Anyway the dream didn't really have an order it was just all at once. My dad had taken our functioning dryer and made an aquarium out of the lint trap. It was one of those old school lint traps on the top of the dryer. I don't know how he did it, but it was a gift for me. I thought it an odd place for a fish bowl so I asked him why there. He explained that they were tropical fish and needed warm water, so by keeping it in the dryer the excess heat would keep their water at a reasonable temperature--whatever. Nobody in my family questions the logic of my dad, because we are wrong and he is right. I asked him about the fact that they were in the dryer and you couldn't see them, he assured me you just open up the little door on the lint trap and you could see them. I went to do this to see if what he said was true and I couldn't see any fish, they were covered in table scraps--bits of salad some and meat and mashed potatoes, the whole fish bowl fish and all was filled with food and water and the fish couldn't swim, so I was freaking out like I did with Pablo and grabbing handfuls of soupy table scraps out of the fish bowl trying to find the fish. My dad says he didn't want to buy any special food for them so he was feeding them leftovers. I found the fish one was dead and the other one was dying. It was very sad.
I have come to believe this dream and the other weird ones are a direct result of drinking cranberry juice before bed. I have had a few relatively normal dream weeks and I realized it all started to get weird again when I got more cranberry juice. That's my story and I am sticking to it.