In Which My Insanity is Confirmed
I woke up this morning feeling very disturbed and upset. This is because I had a dream last night that was disturbing and upsetting, and it took me a minute after I woke up to fully realize my dream was just that--a dream. So you all can be disturbed with me, here it is:
I dreamed that Jeanette and I were with our family on a road trip like when we were younger and family vacations largely consisted of packing the car very tightly, driving a long distance, and camping. I loved these vacations, and so the dream was not so bad initially. Then, we stopped at some natural attraction where there was a large pool of water.
In this large, deep pool were fish, mostly salmon. Jeanette and I began to swim around in the water, and Dad told us, if we could, to grab some fish and we could have them for dinner. Jeanette grabbed one first, and threw it onto the stones surrounding the pool. I tried to grab one next, but the flow of the water pulled at me. Apparently, the pool was simply an opening into an underground river, and Jeanette and I were pulled with the current through the underground river until the next opening. This was not frightening, because somehow I knew I could just hold my breath and pop up somewhere else.
However, when we did come up for air, we left the pool and found out that Dad had disappeared. Some people thought that he had drowned. Someone else thought the fish had eaten him (don't laugh! This ironic turn of events was quite frightening in my mind!). Someone else thought he had simply disappeared underground, and that we wouldn't be able to find him. Basically, he was missing, and it was very weird and scary. We couldn't leave the area, because we didn't want to leave him behind. So we stayed, and waited, and watched the fish.
Something that made us wonder if the fish had kidnapped him (really! Stop laughing! I'm trying to be serious and convey to you the fear and anxiety I felt, and you are laughing about the fish! You watch yourself, or I'll stop telling the story!) Anyway, we thought maybe the fish had kidnapped him because when we went back to the original pool, the fish Jeanette and I had caught (with our bare hands, thank you very much) were gone. We took this as evidence that the fish had become angry and taken Dad hostage or something.
When I awoke, I still thought maybe Dad was in the pool of water with the fish. But of course that is ridiculous. What I am trying to say is, Dad, if you read this, don't go fishing. I don't think you were planning on it, but the fish will come out of the water, and take you away, and the fish will laugh at us.
But yet, I think having salmon for dinner would be a great way to get back at those pesky fish. It would put them in their place: my stomach.
I dreamed that Jeanette and I were with our family on a road trip like when we were younger and family vacations largely consisted of packing the car very tightly, driving a long distance, and camping. I loved these vacations, and so the dream was not so bad initially. Then, we stopped at some natural attraction where there was a large pool of water.
In this large, deep pool were fish, mostly salmon. Jeanette and I began to swim around in the water, and Dad told us, if we could, to grab some fish and we could have them for dinner. Jeanette grabbed one first, and threw it onto the stones surrounding the pool. I tried to grab one next, but the flow of the water pulled at me. Apparently, the pool was simply an opening into an underground river, and Jeanette and I were pulled with the current through the underground river until the next opening. This was not frightening, because somehow I knew I could just hold my breath and pop up somewhere else.
However, when we did come up for air, we left the pool and found out that Dad had disappeared. Some people thought that he had drowned. Someone else thought the fish had eaten him (don't laugh! This ironic turn of events was quite frightening in my mind!). Someone else thought he had simply disappeared underground, and that we wouldn't be able to find him. Basically, he was missing, and it was very weird and scary. We couldn't leave the area, because we didn't want to leave him behind. So we stayed, and waited, and watched the fish.
Something that made us wonder if the fish had kidnapped him (really! Stop laughing! I'm trying to be serious and convey to you the fear and anxiety I felt, and you are laughing about the fish! You watch yourself, or I'll stop telling the story!) Anyway, we thought maybe the fish had kidnapped him because when we went back to the original pool, the fish Jeanette and I had caught (with our bare hands, thank you very much) were gone. We took this as evidence that the fish had become angry and taken Dad hostage or something.
When I awoke, I still thought maybe Dad was in the pool of water with the fish. But of course that is ridiculous. What I am trying to say is, Dad, if you read this, don't go fishing. I don't think you were planning on it, but the fish will come out of the water, and take you away, and the fish will laugh at us.
But yet, I think having salmon for dinner would be a great way to get back at those pesky fish. It would put them in their place: my stomach.