Tales from the sun chaser.

I'm skating down the interstate on roller blades. There were a few motorcycles that I was keeping up with until I came to an exit. I got off and I was trying to find my way around this place. I ended up going across of railroad tracks. I think I was just looking for a good spot to skate. I ended up going trough a crap load of huge rose bushes, and some guy on skates was also following me.

I saw my two brothers, and one of them let me hold their fishing pole, and I started fishing at this ditch, and immediately had a few hits. On the third cast, I pulled up as soon as I felt a tug and started reeling it in. A crowd showed up, and they were trying to critique my technique. My brother was thinking that maybe it could have been a junk fish. I continued reeling, and eventually I pulled out this crystal clear looking bass. One of the random dc's held it up for a second and said that was the first fish he ever saw caught in person. I tossed it back, and we hopped in the car.

We were all smoking and my brother said something about how we were going to get 5000 for something we did. We ended up going to some part of town that seemed familiar, but now that I think about it, I don't know where it was, maybe a dream?


sidenote: starting to wake up after each of my dreams now.