I had another dream with Soren. It's one that I have had or one similar to it in the past. It was summer, and we were in the cabin at Lake Sylvia; I let Soren out. He bounded down the driveway, chasing after squirrels and birds. Then he came running back up toward me before veering off down toward the lake on a dirt path that a neighbor labor lady was coming up with her dog. Maybe a Springer Spaniel. The dogs met. Soren tried to get it to play. I called Soren, and he did listen. He came right back to me in the cabin like a good pup, and I gave him a treat.
Update 12/21/24
So this morning, I was dreaming about hanging out with Soren in the backyard of the house in Bloomington, and I decided to go fishing for bass because I had a pile of my fishing rods sitting there. I grabbed a Bass Pro Crackin' Stick, which, upon closer inspection, turned into a Shimano Crucial with a handless reel that disintegrated and came apart as I was looking at it. I set that mess down, grabbed my bunch of rods, and went to the back of the house, where I laid the rods down against the house. I picked a rod that had a Strike King Skippin' Jig on it. I noticed dogs roaming around in a couple of yards to the north Soren didn't seem interested in them or they in Soren. I cast to the fence line to the North, where I had recently had some success. The line on the reel wasn't sitting right, so I let out the line and walked toward the South fence line. I got the line straightened out and reeled that cast back in. I walked within pitching distance of the North fence line and the neighbor's garage. Soren was snooping around and got on the other side of the fence, then went and lay down next to the driveway. There was water and rocks between the garage and the fence, which I worked diligently but didn't get any bites.
In my dreams sometimes I catch fish in yards, sometimes not. This time I got skunked..
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