A few months ago, I had a huge confidence boost to my writing.
Then I had this dream.
My writer friend James and I (in the dream) were out fishing. We waded into a waist-high stream out to a platform in the middle of the water. We both put our lines in and sat in the sun. We talked about this and that, nothing really in particular. We caught no fish. We were thinking of giving up for the day.
I said, “I’m going to the car to get another bottle of water. Let’s stay for just a little longer, then give up.” James agreed. I went back to the car, and by the time I started to wade back out to the platform, the sun began to go down.
As I waded back out to the platform, I suddenly started to see all sorts of fish in the water. Big ones, little ones, colorful, muddy brown, swimming fast, swimming slow. I started laughing there were so many swimming all around me as I went. I got back to the platform and pulled myself out of the water.
“Look!” I said to James. He looked. “Wow!” he said.
We both dropped our lines back in, and in only a few minutes, my rod bent at a sharp angle. I started pulling the fish in, but it was soooo heavy and big, James ran over to help me. Between the two of us, we pulled in a huge, rainbow-colored fish, almost as big as me. Just looking at it, I knew it would be delicious and that we were in for a nice supper after that long day.
When I talk James about it the next day, he said, “Did I catch a fish?”
I had to inform him that he did not. He seemed upset.
I looked up the meaning of catching a big fish in a dream, and every dream dictionary I looked at said the same thing: “great fortune coming your way!”
Well. I can see why James would like to catch a fish. But he’s going to have to dream that one himself.
