zariat

i can only remember the very last bit of my dream from last night, but it was very strange:

i am on this shoreline running up and down the coast, and i am in the form of a younger child. i am looking for something, or rather evidence of something. (i have forgotten what) and there is a sandbar right where the tide reaches the shore. embedded in the sandbar are dolphins and miniature whales in various states of decomposition. some of them appear petrified into white molded statues almost, while others are full skeletons. none of them are ugly, they are all strangely beautiful and some are even smiling.

an old woman tells me i "will have no luck fishing at 2 in the afternoon, there are never fish at this time."

and i reply that "you can have good fishing when the tide comes in, and it has nothing to do with a set time each day."

hmm, cryptical information... the unbridled dream state brings forth interesting ideas...