Was in some sort of school fair and was helping set up something with several other people, though I don't remember whom.  My high school classmate Jeanette was helping at one part with some other people and they'd done her hair to say FSIZ which was supposed to stand for, somehow, one size fits all.  I passed my French classmate Briana a couple times and talked to her in French.  The people I was working with finished up and I went to another part with my father where there were people wrestling.  He had a ketchup packet in his hand and I didn't believe him at first when he mentioned them for the blood affect.  But then they started squeezing some, so I squeezed the one I was holding.  I got a little bored in watching and went to pick up a bunch of pens and markers I saw lying around.  I think they were using those too, because most were pink or red.  I went to look at the fish display.  In one there were tiny water worms.  Swimming, they looked to glow brightly and had arms and legs-kind of like the Cingular logo.  One settled on the side of the tank, and looked more like across between slugs and insects.  They were about 3/4 of an inch, and they kind of glowed in the water.  My high school friend Leon said something about them making good pets, and so while people were looking the other direction I lifted the lid slightly and put my finger by the surface to entice one.  It worked, and he came out, but I was afraid that somehow it wasn't something I understood well enough and so shouldn't let it attach to me.  It came out of the water, but before it could get on my finger I pulled up and closed the lid; the thing would probably die if I took it.  We moved on.  At one tank there was a sort of flatfish creature, like a bat ray but about 2 or 3 inches across, and a little taller at the head.  My good online friend Del was there and he said something; the fish came to the surface and started 'talking' to us, in its own weird language and deep voice.  It translated what it said for us, and we still didn't really understand, so we moved on.  Del was looking in the end tank, and I went back to the talking fish.  Again it came to the small open crack, but it looked different this time.  Its mouth was as wide as the end of the tank and had little feelers all around the edges.  It was hard to understand.  It called me Laura and said something about Dennis.  I asked if that was Del and it said yes- the voice sounded feminine and a little echoey now.  I called Del back and it seemed to want to 'prophesy' for us or something.  I don't remember just what, but the stuff it was telling us was important.  Originally, Del had lived in the aquarium to the right of the fish.  I watched the whole thing.  He looked to have the cilia like the prophetic fish's mouth, like an eel I suppose.  He and the other fish in the tank had been close.  Then a girl got angry and started hurting the Del-fish.  He was in danger.  The prophetic fish called to me for help as I watched.  The Del-fish and the prophetic fish raised their tails in the air, I was to cross them, join their power.  I did so.