Had to have had one of the most bizarre AoS themed dreams ever
>Be me, me
>Inna city, big chillin'
>Suddenly feel something in my mouth
>A fishing line???
>Try to pull it out
>Feel a rod poke my neck
>A WHOLE FISHING POLE???
>Freaking out now, try to find a doctor
>Find an ambulance
>The two ladies say "sorry we don't help fish"
>I'm a giant talking sturgeon???
>Stagger over to some house, some medieval doctors are there
>They say they could save me but the procedure would take a while
>As I'm waiting, choking on a fishing pole, a giant bird snatches me and drops me in front of some ogors
>They're about to eat me but a screaming, talking fish fascinates them so they humor me and promise to take out the fishing pole and remove the fish curse to boot
>They cut open my throat and chin, yank the pole out (one keeps it), and mend me by taking the two split halves of my jaw and holding them together going "be big boy and scream less (they fucking cut me open with a jagged blade I am screaming in agony)
>Procedure done, fish curse gone
>I was skaven the whole time
>Also one of the four founders of the city so the humans have respect for splitjaw ratman