It wasn't a weird fish, but my method of catching it. I was fishing from a rather teeterous floating piece of aluminum dock, approximately six feet long. It was unbalanced and had a high spot in the center like a teeter-totter, but I managed to keep myself upright while casting out for fish in a small river. I wasn't using any bait, just casting a bare hook into the water and reeling it back in as if it were a lure. It seemed to work because I was getting bites.
I hooked into one, and the dock broke free from its mooring. Off I went downriver, alternately towing and being towed by my unknown catch.
Eventually, we went down a bit of a waterfall, and things evened out a bit. I reeled in the fish, at least close enough to catch a glimpse of him. It was a small-mouth bass about 6-8 inches long. Not the biggest prize for all my trouble, but a nice fish. I don't think I wound up keeping him.
I still had the dock to think of. It had become entangled in some fiber optic cables which were strewn up and down the river in the sandy bank. I used the cable to haul my raft-like piece of dock back up the river. Getting back up over the waterfall was a bit of work, but I managed.
I inspected the cables to make sure I wasn't toting any high voltage electrical lines. Nope. Just multicolored hollow bundles of cable, wrapped in a grey wire loom tape. The wires were actually so big and so hollow that they could have been pneumatic tubes, like you'd see on some older vehicles, connected to vacuum operated accessories. They were soft and squishy, but relatively sturdy, apparently, since I managed to used them to pull the dock quite a ways back upriver.
It appeared that the dock was the terminus for these wires, so I felt it was necessary to put the dock back where I found it. I don't know if I ever got it all the way back or not, as I woke up soon after the initial success of re-navigating my journey back up the waterfall.
I'd forgotten to record a minuscule dream snippet that I had while dozing off with a washcloth on my face the other day. I was falling asleep with the tune of "Everything's Alright" from Jesus Christ Superstar playing in my brain. Nancy Leon was singing to me. I don't know why I felt that was important to write down, but it happened several days ago, and I kept telling myself not to forget to include it in this dream journal.
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