Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 8/16/2019
By Hashki
I find myself sitting in this tiny little wooden dingy in the middle of the ocean or a lake of some sort. I have a makeshift fishing rod and a can of worms. I begin to thread a worm onto my hook and cast it out. An indeterminable amount of time passes when something snags my bait. I reel it in and there's a tiny little sardine on my hook. Unsatisfied with this tiny little thing, I have the idea to cast it back out as bait. Again, something snags my bait and I reel it in. I'm not much of a fisherman so I don't know what type of fish it was, or even if it were a real type of fish at all, but it's about twice the size of the sardine. It's just not impressive at all, and I decide to cast it back out as bait. Same thing happens. I snag something, reel it up, and a fish about twice the size of the last is on my hook. It looks decent, could be a meal for one person. But still not the catch of the century. So I cast her back out as bait. As you've probably guessed, same thing happens. I snag and reel up another, bigger fish. They're getting decent now. This one's about the size of my forearm. At this point, my brain catches onto the logic of the dream now. I find it amusing and I throw the fish back out as bait. Another snag n reel ensues, and this one's huge. I struggle to reel it up but I prevail in the end. It lands in my boat and I notice that not only are the fish getting bigger, but so is the boat. Instead of a shabby old dingy, I'm now in a large sturdy wooden boat with a big old fish flopping around in it. Still, it's no record breaker. I find myself with a hefty looking rod in my hands as I thread a much larger hook through the latest fish. I struggle to throw it overboard but it works in the end. It starts to get pretty crazy at this point when I see this large shadowy figure lurking in the deep. That's my next target. It takes the bait, but I can't reel this slippery thing. It's struggling pretty hard when suddenly the tension on the line relaxes, and I see the sadowy silouette beneath my boat is getting bigger. I realize this things coming right up at me. The beast flies out of the water and arches directly overhead of my boat. As it flies above me I get a good look at it, it's a great big purple swordfish. At the crux of it's arch we make direct eye contact before it plummets back down to the ocean with a great splash. It's then I realize I'm in a giant ass boat with mounted harpoon guns on the sides. The fight isn't over yet. I drop my rod down and man one of the harpoon guns, aim for the shadowy swordfish beneath, and fire my shot. It connects, the boat jerks, and I begin reeling up the harpoon. The swordfish is no match for my new equipment, it glides in with ease, landing right into the harpoon slot of the mounted gun. I now have a swordfish-harpoon ready to fire at my next fishy foe. It's now that I see a fountain of water spout above the sea on the horizon, when I hear someone yell "capn'! we got the mother of all whales over yonder!" from above. I now seem to have transformed from a lone fisherman on a ramshakle dingy to a fully crewed pirate whaling vessel with masts, decks and all. We sail out towards this wale with high spirits singing sailor songs in tow. We approach the beast and my men fire several swordfish-loaded harpoons into it from one side, but the beast struggles, dragging us around in circles, causing the sea to storm and a forms giant whirlpool which has now captured us in it's wake. And so there we were, circling around violently in this giant bowl of fierce ocean, swordfish-harpoons still attached to the beast. But alas, the beast was too strong, dragging us down into the eye of the whirlpool, where the only prize now for us was a watery grave.