I stood on top of white crystalline sands and I could see clearly, although it was dark outside - it must have been past midnight, but the moon was full and bright. So bright, that it's white light cast waves through the sky so that one could see the navy glow of a cloudless sky and the details of the desert which stood before them - where I stood. From across the distance, I saw a man cast a fishing line into the sand, as if it were water. The man was dressed as any other fisherman you could imagine (I suppose). Waders, plaid shirt, hat with various bait hooks tacked across the brim. But, he was fishing in the desert. I could not notice the water - but something had latched on to the hook from beneath the sand, and I watched as the man followed the line - he walked behind the meandering trail, not letting too much of the line get ahead. Eventually, water appeared - a lake, which was as still as the sand. Once the line made it's way to the water, the man reeled his catch. The fish was quite large, the size and shape of a tuna, with the head and coloring of a white and brown seal. It's mouth grasped the hook as the fish gasped, it's gills expanding in the night. I asked the man if he was going to return the fish to the water. What could one person need such a large and extraordinary fish for - I felt as though it needed to be let go. He could not eat it all and it would spoil before he got it anywhere proper, we were in the dessert after all. The man simply said "I do not need this fish, but I want it." With that - he set the animal on the sand, hook still in it's mouth - still grasping for the water to breathe - still attached to the line, and he continued to walk, dragging the body behind him. I stood motionless, watching.
I am sure this was not a good omen.
