Canada’s smoked salmon fish

Date: 10/15/2018

My Mum and I visited Canada, not real Canada; This place was all made up in my head. As soon as we got there it was all cosy, cute and friendly indoors and gorgeous picture perfect outside. We were in luxury log cabins on the side of lakes and there was views of forest and snow capped mountains. The people who were looking after us were all attractive open faced and friendly. My Mum and I were all geared up in posh jeans, jazzy jumpers, hats and furry walking boots. The whole dream was like a retro advertisement but for something deeply current and emotionally “real”. My cute old Mum was very happy to be journeying with me and when she happy like that she always is cute good company. It was semi-lucid in that I was asking myself “Why Canada?” And thinking stuff like “yeah, right as if any real place would be so completely rosy and good.” Still I told myself to just go with it cause it was a nice dream and it continued. First we had to go to history lessons. It was like on our itinerary, so yeah okay I thought why not, after my Mum had given me a few words of encouragement. We queued up at the classroom door. And I guess I was being a bit verbose about how lessons was going to be embarrassing cause I knew nothing about Canada’s history because a girl in the queue join in our conversation. She asked why I’d come to a place that I didn’t know anything about and was pretty incredulous that I couldn’t even name many Canadian cities. I replied that I could find my way round the whole Greek side of Cyprus as it was closer to the UK and as it was so beautiful I hadn’t really thought to go many places more. I said I was better at geography. At this point my internal BS alarm went off but the girl was just a dream character so it didn’t matter. The message must of got thought though because instead of a history lesson we were stewarded onto an open top wooden boat, kind of like a bit old rowing boat but with a motor at the back. I didn’t count but I’d say there was about half a dozen other people with us. I was worried cause I thought it was going to be cold, what with all the picturesque snow, but again it was just a dream. We were well wrapped up, so even though I felt a pleasant breeze of being outside in a wild place, it was warm and comfortable. The traveled close along the sides of the lake, which was steep sided with orange rocks with the roots of great redwoods growing out of it. Again I thought, this isn’t correct; “I’m pretty sure there isn’t any real place in Canada like this,”. I started to see the tails of fishes hiding in the rocks. They were the orange colour of the rocks and looked a bit like flat slices of smoked salmon. I was bit worried cause there fish weren’t small and I didn’t want any trouble from them. The last thing I wanted was my dream to go nasty. I didn’t want to the any trouble from big fish, the boat to be rocked or have to get into muddy water. I recognise all the these maxims as I was thinking them. As I looked one of the fish slithered down the rocks it hiding and into the water. It was still flat like smoked salmon slices but had blue prettish veins and a head the shape of a hammer head shark. No one else seemed bothered that it was now swimming along side the boat, so I figured it was okay. The fish were about as harmful as a seal might be. The water was of lovely colour, greens and blue with browny colours from the shadows of the rocks and mirror calm flat and reflective. The fish only made a few ripples and bubbles to indicate it besides the boat. I got use to it and decided not to worry. After the boat ride we arrived at our cabin that we were going to stay in with the other people. There was a bit of a group discussion and effort to light the fire because there was no matches, but by then I had completely figured out I was dreaming and it just gradually faded out. When I woke completely I decided I’d probably kindle a fire by using the oven gas ring to lit a bit of newspaper.