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I was fishing from a bridge but could not walk down the bank to the river.

I caught a big ugly fish then caught a bull and a goat and finally I caught a pig-fish.

A group of people walked by. They were all dressed up. They had just left a hamburger shop because of poor service.

I talked to them about it – – – the poor service, not the pig fish.

(Additional dreams will be published in the following days. In the meantime you may check out my books – – HERE – – if you wish.)

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