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I have often blogged about dreams I have had. Through my life, there have only been a few dreams that I consider to be recurring dreams. This morning I realized that I had a dream last night that at least components of it are recurring if not the whole thing.

Like most dreams, it is hard to recall all the details, but here is what I can gather…

I am at the lake cottage that my grandparents owned when I was growing up. It is not a glamorous or cozy cottage that your mind pictures when you hear “lake cottage.” This was a run-down shack of a structure on wooded land where you can barely get grass to grow. There is not running water or heat. This place was so run down that my grandfather often called it “the last resort.” Still, it is a place of many good memories and a place I still like to go to get away from being in the city.

Back to the dream: Obviously nobody lives in this place. But in my dream, when I get to the cottage, it is obvious that someone is living there because there are personal belongings inside and lawn chairs outside. I easily conclude that some homeless person or a nomad of sorts has sought shelter inside.

Until now, it is normal enough. However, this is where it gets strange and often takes different forms.

In one scenario, I am standing on the concrete slab that is the porch in front of the cottage. The lake starts to rise to the point that the only think visible is me on this slab and the cottage connected to it. I do the only thing that is logical at the time: I start to fish. And I catch many massive fish. Sometimes, my dad (who passed away a few years ago) is there. He always catches bigger fish than me.

In another version, I am in a boat (again, sometimes with my dad and sometimes without). We are out on the lake, but there is no water. Instead, it is sand. Still, we fish. And still, we catch many big fish.

In a third version of this dream, I am running through the woods that surround this cottage. For some reason, I am fearful. This is despite the fact that nothing is chasing me. It ends with me running up a broad pathway out of the woods atop the hill that leads to the cottage.

None of this makes any sense to me. How about you?