fish hook

Date: 4/9/2016

There is a foe. We are familiar. At my home we remember an escape made from a sinking ship. I recall my escape was in record time. We are sitting down to eat. We were eating at a table at my Uncle Gary's home. My mother says that Uncle Gary always believed the land (property?) he owned was blessed. He believed this on faith alone. I wondered what my mother meant when she said this. Did it mean we were protected? We are outside. An old acquaintance was with us. I had to guard against the foe who practiced evil magic and was possibly aligned with the devil. My acquaintance suddenly had a large fish hook impaling his big toe. The hook went into one side and the barbed point was protruding from the other side. We were unable to remove the hook fast enough and we were forced to let the evil person take him away (or we were forced to leave our friend there and flee, I can't remember). I located a set of pliers with a wire cutting function and I set out alone to rescue my friend. Eventually, I located him being held in a barn at a compound under guard. I silently made my way through a forested area towards the compound. I was wearing a camouflage poncho. It was dark out and the ground was wet. I had my sks rifle and I was calmly and unquestionably prepared to use it. I began planning the rescue.