Undeniably, one of the best times of the day is that moment when one first awakens. It is that moment when one must transition between the sleeping to the awakened mind … from the subconscious to the conscious. It is the moment when the gift of dreams revealed occurs and the conscious mind attempts to insert rhyme, reason or relevancy. This morning I lay in bed trying to sort out the scattered fragments of last nights dream. It is amazing how in an instant one recalls an aspect of a dream and in the next instant it is gone. One only remembers that he remembered something.
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Last night I was dreaming about fishing, spurred on by recent TV shows I watched about the Alaskan bears feeding on fish during the salmon runs. In my dream, I was the one in the stream catching the salmon as they raced upstream through the rapids. However, I was not wading. Instead, I was mounted on a large horse, which nimbly leaped amid the boulders in pursuit of the fish. No, the horse did not grab the salmon in its teeth. I had a long spear that I used. No doubt this dream spear is the same spear that I made recently for fish and frog gigging. The spear is made from an old device I found at the flea market years ago that was patented in Norway in 1914 and was used by fishermen to latch on to fish over the side of the boat. I am certain that the horse that I was riding was a very large one … perhaps a Belgium. I cannot shake the idea that it might have been a Lipizzaner.
I have distinct visions of it doing the famous Lipizzaner leaps in midstream as we fish, but I believe that is just the conscious mind inserting thoughts just to get into the act.
Interestingly, the dream changed, which might again be the working of the conscious mind while trying to recall the actual dream. The new dream was basically the same except it all occurred not in the stream itself, but on the roller of an old manual typewriter as it turned.
Next thing I realized was that the dream was gone and I was thinking about “lepricorns”. As best I can figure, these are some kind of mutated cross between leprechauns and unicorns … that is little Irish fairies with a single spear-like horns protruding from their foreheads.
It was definitely time to get up.