Sardines are especially important

An odd dream. I only remember flashes of it; where I am walking down the street at 5am and it is as bright as noon. I am looking for somewhere to sleep, thinking that I wouldn't mind walking around at that hour of the day because it was light. Another scene is where I'm on Pampero and trying to get all of the sardines out of the water. I'm using a big net, then putting them in the middle of the cockpit. Before long I realise that they're all going to die so I get a bucket and put lots of them in there, along with water from over the side. I pull one of the buckets up and start picking out the shredded carrot and throwing it over the side.

Then I'm in a guy's head, and he's in the area as a spy. He's trying to save the sardines, too; they're a special species. Some woman comes along who he starts to charm or she'll divine his secret. I'm in the woman's head and I see that she knows, and she gets him to take her out and then to a club (I think I read too many hostessing articles at Salon last night). Then I'm me, and I ask him about the way one of his servants prepared his fish, and let him think I've made him that way. He explains that where he comes from to not have his food prepared in a certain way means to be shamed, and his servants didn't want that.