Sat 5 Jan 2008
Twice last night I woke up after dreaming that I had big fish on the line. The first time I landed the fish and the focus seemed to be on how beautiful it was. A flounder that was mostly white with warm brown markings. I admired the hell out of this fish. I was going to eat it and I knew it was gonna be good.
The second dream was of a fish on the line. It was big and running in deep, black water, spooling out line like I wasn’t even there. I was trying to put my finger on the side of the spool to slow it down. I knew better than to put too much pressure and break the line. Just let him run and let the drag tire him out. This dream seemed to be more focused on the fishing pole. It was short and stiff, white with red thread holding the guides on. The gear I had was up to the task and I was relaxed about the upcoming fight.
Someone once said that dreams are postcards from your subconscious. If thats the case I like where mine’s vacationing.
