Tuesday, December 24, 2013

i dreamed . . .

. . . I was standing on the shoreline of a lagoon, fishing for dinner, and someone in the sky was fishing for me. I couldn’t see who the other fisherman was. All I saw was my line disappearing into lagoon water and his line descending from the clouds, dangling a golden hook.

I felt a fish nibbling my bait. He hooked a barrette in my toupee. I started reeling in my dinner. He started reeling in my toupee. It was like I was both fishermen, like I was a fish I was trying to catch.