There I saw a dozen of half human half octopus teenagers in a pool maintained by an middle-age man. The kids were all very pretty and hansome. I then saw one 1/2 octopus girl — lightly fried — fleeing into the pool. The teenagers realized that they were betrayed by the middle-age man they trusted and loved; he was actually a fried octopus vender.

Such a bad-taste nightmare I had.