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I had this dream that a middle aged woman and a man in his thirties were standing at a beach fishing. Each had a fishing pole that was at least 20 feet long. Really skinny and long. The ocean looked like a storm was coming—violent waves and high winds although the poles weren’t swaying too much. The man walked away to get something so the woman was standing by herself behind the two very tall fishing poles. She sees that a fish must have bitten the bait on her pole so she reels it in all the way—but once the big brown and round fish is at the top of the pole, she can’t get to it because the pole is too long and the fish is dangling at the very top of the pole. All of a sudden the sky is filled with eagles (not seagulls) and the eagles start chomping on the fish. Then I woke up. |
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