my usually OCD dreams, gave way to a more meaningful, less fraught with frustration, event. I moved my way along the surface of a lake, and I walked the shores of a river casting the fly line with ease. Someone in my dream even asked me how I learned to cast so well. In my dream, I seriously thought of a fellow blogger,the Limp Cobra, and tried to demonstrate…this is a good sign, a signal of good things to come (not right away, because my dream didn’t factor in my pending ankle surgery in a month).
Here’s a nice little lake pattern, the Deer Hair Damsel, I tied/photo’d a few years ago.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”