Blue_Opossum

Morning of October 18, 2014. Saturday.



These were typical “filler” dreams, I suppose; the type of dream that comes between more significant dreams.

It was also the typical fishing theme of a dream type that usually has the same overall aspects since early childhood (the “prototype” first occurring at age four; October 2, 1965 in La Crosse). This includes the facets of fishing with my brother-in-law Bob, the water getting lower over time until mostly all gone (with the water often being shallow as it is), about four adjoining fishing spots (at least one spot often being clearly with no fish), and sometimes the scene mysteriously changing from outside to inside.

In this one, I am fishing in an unknown location with my brother-in-law Bob and one other male I am not sure of the identity of at this time. I firstly catch a large northern pike with a treble hook. The two others do not catch anything. It is too difficult to get the hook out of the fish’s tough mouth but I somehow mentally will it out and then will it onto the stringer. The water is cold and will keep the fish fresh.

At one point, I find myself about ten feet above the ground and standing on a narrow ledge against some sort of edifice or possibly part of a commercial dam. It somehow seems that the ledge seemed wider at first. This seems problematic (and one could easily fall off simply by casting with too much forward momentum or enthusiasm), so I go back down to the ground. I go to a different area and notice that one location has no fish (which I conclude due to the clarity of the water down to the small lake bottom). After casting too far and getting a few snags in both rocks and plants on the other side of the small lake (both above and below the water’s surface), I manage to catch two more fish; two bluegills. The others have still not caught anything, but we have enough to eat for one smaller meal, it seems.

After time passes, it seems like the location is now somehow indoors. Most of the water has lowered to where it would be pointless to try to fish anymore. This common in-dream scenario likely simply relates to becoming more conscious (slowly waking) and little else (whereas more water relates to going “deeper” into the dream for me, often triggering lucidity where I then sometimes control the motions of the water), in addition to the logical slowly waking perspective of then being indoors where one actually is at the time. I think that a lot of in-dream transitions have nothing to do with supposed symbolism as much as they represent simply going from the dream into waking life and I have documented such obvious waking transitions thousands of times with hundreds of different representations of transition types - from larger boxes closing over smaller boxes (“closing up a subconscious facet” with more clarity and growing consciousness) to fruit growing rapidly (or “becoming more conscious and aware”) and stopping at the point of waking. In fact, even falling asleep in the past, I often started to hear the pleasant sound of water (as if from a small brook) in beginning hypnagogic audio.

In the next dream, which is fairly short, I am playing darts where Josh Holloway is present. (Josh Holloway, for some reason, is the only recent celebrity that appears with any regularity but he always has a different name though in this dream a name is not noticed.) One player puts his face near the board as a sort of challenge but I meet the challenge by not throwing a dart into his face and hitting the areas mostly near the center. The same person does not trust one of the other players as he had trusted me and moves away when the other person is up.

Looking back, the fishing dream was preceded by another dream related to fishing but involving my old classmates including David S (also a friend) and Wayne H and Bobby S. This one is rather odd in that we mostly only talk about going fishing on a particular day with mention of the weather being too problematic to do much. The dream focuses on a larger room full of beds, some in line with each other, some perpendicular to others. I spend most of the time washing blankets and sheets and being annoyed by how little a washing machine holds. I can only fit about two sheets in at a time when I have at least ten or more to wash for the next visit by the group.

The ledge scene in the first dream above is a vague in-dream replay of a scenario from “Cat’s Eye” (from 1985).