Fishing

Ah, another dream about my favorite element: water

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Daytime. I was fishing on a pier. Next to me were two men in a rickety row boat. There was another little girl on the pier next to me, and maybe another man. I could see the shadows of fish in the water. The lake was big, but I could see the trees that made up its borders. The water was bright blue green, like the shallow waters of the Caribbean. Except it wasn't clear - it was cloudy.

Suddenly, I found myself swimming on the far side of the lake. The water was cold and murky brown. "In them waters there is where you can catch alligator, catfish..." One of the men in the rowboat was saying. I did not feel like eating alligator or catfish, so I swam back the pier, and the warm green water. The man continued listing fish as I crossed through different patches of the lake. I got to the pier and pulled myself up. I could feel fish brushing against my skin.

I grabbed a fishing pole, except the pole was snapped in the middle. I tried to cast, and threw a long cast to the far shore of the lake. I felt a tug, and tried to reel in the fish, but my line got tangled with one of the rowboat men's lines. We tugged together, and I knew that I had lost my fish. The man was really excited for some reason. We tugged and reeled, and finally we pulled out a large trophy. It was his lost trophy.

"Great," I said. "I love fishing for other people's prizes."

"Yours is out there too," said someone. And I could see the top of my trophy sticking out of the water, lodged I guess in the mud of the lake. I started to cast again....

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I did not recognize anyone in this dream. They all seemed like rural strangers, friendly in a rural way.