Gone Fishin’

This is the logic of my subconscious:

Last night I had a dream that my family and I were flying somewhere. There was a malfunction on the plane and we all had to parachute out. We landed in the ocean, somewhere not far from shore. My brother decided he needed to catch a flight sooner than the airline was planning to send us, so he pulled out a fishing rod. To catch a flight. Ba-dum, ching.

He didn’t catch a flight, but he did catch a pretty big fish.

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