Dream #1,039

Dreamt I was standing on the end of a dock when a young boy, maybe 11- or 12-years old, without looking, cast his line straight at me, managing to hook the skin near my left elbow. Panicked, he started reeling in. “Don’t reel in!” I yelled at him, grabbing the bobber so I could maintain some slack. “Stop reeling in!” The boy, not knowing what to do, continued to reel in and the hook slowly set itself deeper into the flesh of my arm.

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