March 17

on the eve of st. patrick's day, i fell asleep in our blue armchair at 8:15. a loud commercial woke me up, so i moved to my bed and passed out a second time. this is what i dreamed of last night:

it was fall, and the trees were gorgeous, the vibrant colors surrounding the little lake where my uncle (in real life) has a trailer/cabin. (again with the lake!) (also, in real life, my dad goes fishing there every fall.)

my dad pulled a canoe into the water, and i climbed in. he had all of his fishing gear, and we drove out to the middle of the lake. yes, our canoe had a motor.

once we reached the middle of the lake, he put down the anchor (yes, an anchor), and we started to fish. our poles were not large, so we must have been fishing for small fish. we sat there for a long time, not catching fish.

all of a sudden, we started to get bite after bite! i have never liked taking fish off of the hooks, so my dad started that process while i pulled them up, fish after fish after fish.

then, my dad yelled in pain. "one of them bit me!" he yelled.

i looked at his finger, which had obvious teeth marks on it. then i looked at the fish. it was a piranha. this lake was infested with piranha. they were the only kind of fish we were catching!

we quickly threw all the fish back and paddled back to shore (engine and anchor must have disappeared in dreamland). we paddled so hard that we pushed the canoe onto the sand so we didn't have to put our feet in the piranha-lake.

then we drove home.

the end.