Last night I remembered part of three dreams, with the three of them having the same former classmate & friend in it, and I think the first dream took place at a fictional fishing spot on the outskirts/country of my birth town.
It is a fishing spot on someone’s farm and my dad, brothers, a former classmate & friend, and I were there in the evening or late afternoon.
I had a string with a hook & bait, instead of a fishing pole, and I was fishing on a small dock with no luck; while everyone else were on the bank of a wooded area that was higher up than the rest of the area(s) around the lake.
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