Dreams fisherman

I was crossing a river when on the path I saw lots of colourful,fish in a small puddle,out of the water, I begin to put them back in the river one by one as fast as I can but then a fisherman comes and stops me because they are his catch and I argue with him that these fish are dying and must be saved but he tried to stop me

I dreamed I was riding in the passenger side of a vehicle down hill on a rock road where I seen a white wood frame house with a pond in front that went up to the concrete driveway and wrapped around the side of the house to the back yard. I seen a lot of fish jumping around in the murky water i than noticed a medium white dog walking from a two story light red brick home across the street into the concrete driveway of the white wood framed house with the pond and there was an alligator at the driveway edge in the water floating. The white dog looked down into the water and the alligator reached out and bit into the white dog's bottom lip and pulled the dog into the water and down under the water. I ran over and looked down in the water where I could see the white dogs black lips and his black eyes were looking up at me from under the water. I looked around and found a chunk of concrete and thought to myself I hope I do not hit the dog or if I hit the alligator that it does not get angry and start to roll the dog under water. I dropped the rock and hit the alligator it released the white dog who swam up to the front of the pond at the front of the drive way I grabbed the dog out of the water and went inside of the house in a bedroom that a man and a woman was in, the man had to take a shower so the woman and I went down a hall to another room that was painted dark pink with a small window in the west side wall. i looked out the window and seen a larger alligator come walking out of the water onto the green grassy yard it looked at something up close to window turned around walked back to the pond. i noted a man who was fishing pull in his line grab his pole and things and walk pass the big alligator who was going back into the water see's the man walk close pass him and turns around after the man bites him on his blue jeans by his foot the man commands the alligator to stop and stay it obays the man the man comes into the house and tells me there is a baby alligator tangled up in clear plastic twine and he was going to go untangle the baby alligator to set it free. i told the man to take the other man from the house to watch out that the big alligator does not attack him because it was a wild animal and could not trust that it will obay the fisherman again the man said that was a good idea so the two men went outside and freed the baby alligator i than seen the baby and the big alligator and a medium alligator lined up on the green grass outside the window.

On a fishing trawler. Skipper was an unknown tall female. My father was with me. He passed away eleven years ago. It was a nice dream. I,m not a fisherman

I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.