The Death of Snails

Last night I dreamed that everyone was talking about how I was
unemployed. I was reassuring them to expect great things from me.
I also dreamed that I walked through an aquarium and as I passed the
small exhibits with the underwater snails, they began to die, one by
one, as I walked by, setting off alarms. Their dying bodies glowed.
I had been searching for a bathroom, so when I saw that happening, I
quickened my pace and continued looking. As I rounded the left bend
(it seemed to be a continuing left curve there) I saw the bathroom
sign and workers were running by me in the direction I had come to
save the dying snails. And I knew in some way, I had killed them.
I entered the bathroom, where two girls ahead of me were gossiping
about someone and sat down in a stall.