The details are fading as I type, but tonight I had one of those really weird dreams one gets once in a while.
In it I was back in Uruguay (14.000Km away), at the pier of the fishing club my grandfather was once president of; there ,in the water, I saw a salmon.
The salmon was the size of a very large whale, the shape of a whale, in fact it looked exactly like a whale in every detail, but it was a salmon.
Somehow I fished the fifty ton thing out of the water, because there were people waiting to eat… somewhere.
Then something or the other and I’m in the toilet peeing when I overheard the dinners getting impatient, so I go down to an underground chamber, brightly lit (alien spaceship style) where the whale sized, whale shaped salmon is laying alive at the center.
I approached the salmon and I either activated something or be sheer mind power I began to levitate the creature upwards, on an whirling pillar of water, to the point that it pushed through a transparent, gelatinous membrane that liquified as it let the fish through, into an even brighter upper chamber. (I have to say the VFX were awesome in that sequence).
I moved up to the upper level, with the enormous salmon in whale’s clothing, to see a row of people seating in individual tables waiting to eat.
I stepped into the mouth of the fish, walked towards the back and cut a slab of meat about 20 kilograms in weight. The salmon lurched, yelped, but it let me know it was OK because it would grow back in time and please come back for more, happy to oblige.
Carrying the large piece of fish meat, which was white instead of… well, salmon, and a stopwatch I proceeded to slice of portions for each dinner in turn, taking note of the time it took from cutting it from the fish to being served on the table, because, you know, it just had to be very fresh.
The fourth dinner was Queen Elizabeth the Second and at that point something in my brain pulled the things-are-getting-way-too-weird emergency stop and I snapped out of the dream, but remained sleeping or at least in that diffuse state between sleeping and being awake.
So, yeah, that was a bizarre one. I get them once in a while and probably should write them down so when I finally lose it the doctors can trace back how it all started.
Now lets see what other weirdness lurk in other Doper’s minds at night…