I dreamed that Jack and I were boarding a huge fishing boat. It was as big as an oil tanker.
There was a bridge up top that was open air. We were sitting in the back on the right side. Some late comers were climbing up and walking right in front of us to make their way to their seats.
Also, align the same side up ahead, several people had to get up. There were fire ants in the fabric of their seats biting them. One guy was trying to locate them, but we couldn’t see a thing. jack and I were unaffected.
The captain came on and was describing the fishing. He said that they know how the fish would come along. There was a hook approach and a net approach. The first line was the hook. It did a lot to se the bait so that the fish could smell our lines.
The fish would line up for miles behind us. The nets would then catch them by the bunches.
There was nothing difficult about it or for us to do, really. We were really just on board for the ride, it felt.
They were never concerned where we could see the fish on the hooks.
They even described the whales being caught.