I dreamt a couple nights ago that there were two old men fishing on a shore. They were grumbling good-naturedly the way only old men can about the conditions- "can't get a bite" "rainin' too much" "tackles' no good- I told you about that shop" "if y'ask me s'cause ya won't quit yer ever-lovin' trap"

Of a sudden, I come stumbling upon their shore, drunk, and naked to my white briefs. I lurch past them knee-deep into the water, and start pulling large fish out one after the other with my bare hands as they stare on dumb-founded. I throw my catches like frisbees onto the shore, then hobble past them without a word.

A metaphor for dating, I'm thinking.