I had that dream last night. I remember hunger and searching. Desperately casting hooks into still waters. I remember catching something; I don't think it'd even be correct to call it a fish but it was certainly from the water and needed water to live. Once in the boat- I think we were in a boat, or floating over the water- it began to die.
My muscles ached. My thighs burned, tense. Electricity coursing through my entire being. I am become death, frantic to throw it back. I looked for its mouth to loose the hook. No mouth. Just an existence without beginning or end, dropped in my lap and dying with no variation or possibility of affect.
I feel terrible today and it would be a lie to say I don't know why.
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