11-02-2003, 10:19 PM
I dreamt about fishing one night. I had spent nearly two full days standing on the same fishing dock, talking to the regulars at that location. After two days and my skin getting nicely tanned, leaving me with some major tan-lines, I went to bed rather exhausted, a bit under-nourished, and dehydrated.
After eating a couple burritoes from Taco Bell and guzzling about a half-gallon of water, I went to bed. That night, all I saw were bobbers being pulled under water and bluegills and crappies being pulled out of the water.
When I woke up the next morning, I grabbed my fishing gear, loaded up the car, and started driving to the lake again. Then I realized it was Monday. So I turned around and went to work and day-dreamed about fishing all day.
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After eating a couple burritoes from Taco Bell and guzzling about a half-gallon of water, I went to bed. That night, all I saw were bobbers being pulled under water and bluegills and crappies being pulled out of the water.
When I woke up the next morning, I grabbed my fishing gear, loaded up the car, and started driving to the lake again. Then I realized it was Monday. So I turned around and went to work and day-dreamed about fishing all day.
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