Fishing The Fly Scotland
Index => Main Discussion Area => Topic started by: Sandy Nelson on 25/11/2007 at 18:54
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"Where do you go to my lovely, when your alone in your bed, tell me the thoughts that surround you , i want to look inside your head" :wink
This song got me thinking, on this cold winters night, when all i want to be, is warm , where will i go to when i start to dream :?
Will it be my beloved Don? could it be Montana? or perhaps even the flats of Cuba?
I can't wait,
Question is where will you go?
Sandy
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Sadly I have the same nightmare every night :z10 Joy at a lottery win :grin then the pain of waking up :cry
Other than that, much as though I love the Don, my dreams always take me home to Loch Shiel :z16
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Aye Sandy , "Sleeping we imagine what awake we wish; Dogs dream of bones and fishermen of fish" Theocritus :z15
I don't know what it is but I find myslef recalling fish I have caught , its not big or significant fish , just certain fish that sick in my mind.
There is one that always reoccurs , when the trout were on Daddie's , it rose I cast to it it took the fly ,not a big fish , but it always appears in my dreams :?
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Jim