Last night I dreamed I was a moderator on a popular website. Someone submitted a dead clown with gills instead of eyes. I rejected it, saying that we don't accept gills. The poster told me they weren't gills, they were the withered, empty sockets where the clown's eyeballs were removed. I said, oh, well, that's entirely different. And I put the dead clown with withered, empty eye sockets on the website.