Fishing Dream

Last night I dreamt that I was fishing with my father, grandfather, and dog, Souly. We were in his old boat in the delta of Louisiana, fishing off the back of it like we did so often when I was a kid. Everything seemed normal enough, I even dropped a nice 14 inch Red Fish off the back of the boat. There is a slight time elapse, then we are in another part of the marsh. I am still in the back of the boat, and off to the right I see two gators; one on a log and another in the water and I could just barely see his eyes. I look to the left and see Souly about 20 feet away swimming toward the boat. I look back to the right and both gators have slipped into the water and were swimming toward him. I immediately dove into the water out to Souly, grabbed him by the collar and swam as hard as I could toward the boat. My Dad grabbed Souly and pulled him aboard, then I felt the gator grab me and pull me under the water, then darkness.

Reading in a Dream

Last night I dreamt that I was in some kind of old english township of some sort, flying over the tops of the buildings. I floated down to the street where I met a man I knew, but I cannot remember his face. I told him that this was a dream, and he argued with me that it was not. I told him that I couldn't really fly, that the only place I could fly was in my dreams and he told me that i was wrong. He seemed worried that he could be living in MY dreamworld. The man told me that if I was really dreaming, then I would not be able to read anything, so to prove it to him I looked around the apartment and I found and old leather-bound book. I took the book from the shelf and opened it up. At first, I did see letters on the pages, but they were scrambled and unreadable, so I concentrated, and started to read. The words on the page turned into pictures, and I was able to read the pictures as they told a story about two frogs who fell in love. The frogs got married and had hundreds of little frog babies. I closed the book and told the man that I was able to read it, but the words turned into pictures on the pages, and that I was indeed dreaming. The man turned and said to me, "the words on pages always turn into pictures, whether you are dreaming or not"