The other night Claude had a dream. For him, that’s not often. So when he has one it’s like E F Hutton talking, you want to listen to him.
A friend that grew up with him and is now dead brought the dream in with a schooner coming into port. The funny thing is that Claude isn’t a sailor. He doesn’t know a schooner from a warship but he’s learned now.
This was happening up on the east coast in his dream, he said, around Boston. Can’t be more specific than that. My husband is a tinkering fisherman, that is, he likes to sit and catch but he wouldn’t want to make it a life’s career. Anyway, he happened to see deep sea fishing tackle and tossed it out from the wooden dock and he caught one of those big fish, he said, with the long snout.
I told him what the dream meant to me and he seemed satisfied with that but……..
This dream has stuck with him because he had it a few nights ago and he keeps going over it. So much so that I looked up the term, “Schooner” in Webster’s. Now here is one of those moments. The schooner was at least a two masts sailing ship that began on, and get this, the New England coast.
Makes you wonder about coincidence, doesn’t it?
Oh, and his dead friend came to see him.
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