A Dream

Early this morning I had a dream about the pond, one of those dreams where you are almost awake and feel almost as if you are writing the dream as you dream it.  I was fishing in the pond, wading in the shallows by the southernmost spillway in the earthen dam.  I caught something so heavy that it almost pulled the rod from my hand.  Then it began to swim toward me.  It was a sea turtle.  A second sea turtle swam with it.  I easily unhooked it.  The second sea turtle nudged my face with its head, and they swam away.