Ernest Hemingway.

Let me preface this with I have watched that Hemingway & Gellhorn movie a few times, so I think some of the images I had in my dream came from that. Anyway.

I met Ernest Hemingway at a bar in Spain. I was chatting, and speaking Spanish, and drinking a little bit. And he came and sat down next to me and offered to buy me a drink. I said sure and we started talking about writing. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I wrote, because I didn't think he'd like it. So he talked about himself for awhile then the dream moved on.

The next shot, and I say it that way because it reminded me of a scene from a movie, is where it got weird. And trippy. It was like I was looking down at a map. I was trying to find his house because I needed to ask him something and this map was entirely blue, with a small green speck in the middle, which was supposed to be where his house was. The situation seemed to say that it would be an epic adventure to get to him. A quest, if you will. All the blue stuff was water, and there were 5 circles surrounded this island where his house was, and the currents in each circle were swirling in opposite directions. Does that make sense? Outside circle spins counter clockwise, 4th circle in spins clockwise, 3rd circle spins counter clockwise, 2nd circle spins clockwise, inner circle (of death) spins counter clockwise. And those are actual logistics, I don't know why I remember which way they were spinning, but I do. And in each one there are thousands and thousands of giant marlins swimming. If you recall, he was an avid hunter and fisherman. The last scene of that movie I was referring to above has him sitting on a boat spearing marlin.

All right, so after I investigate this map of insanity I find a boat and crew that will brave these terrifying waters. First of all, I'm not a big fan of boats. They make me feel claustrophobic. Like I'm trapped on this little floating thing in the middle of this great big, super deep body of water. But I digress. I remember getting through the inner circle being terrifying. The boat was ripped apart and I almost got impaled by a marlin. But somehow I made it to shore and washed up on the beach, where Mr. Hemingway found me. Now, being the asshole that he is, he didn't do much to help me, but he did drag me away from the shore so I wouldn't be carried back out by the tide. When I came out of it I looked up at him and...

End dream.