Peruvian Nights and Jamaican Days

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Last night, I dreamt that I was fishing for kestrels. (It might have been peregrine falcons, I forget). I had this lure that looked like a hummingbird. Somehow, it floated in the air just like a lure moves through the water. I would twitch it, and retrieve it in short bursts, and a falcon would zip down and nail it, and then I would reel it in. I think I was selling the falcons. I think they were alive when I sold them. I think that part came from an essay I read last night, in a David Quammen book, The Boilerplate Rhino. The essay was about rattlesnake roundups. Actually, they're not essays, they're columns he wrote for Outside magazine. Also, I went trout fishing yesterday, so maybe that's where the fishing part came in.

I welcome your interpretations of this dream.

There were some other, saucier bits to the dream, but even if I could remember them fully, they wouldn't be suitable for printing here.

-m