I dreamed I was walking in a mountain valley, and I came across a little creek unostentatiously winding its way the grassy meadow. People had spoken of this creek as having some of the best fishing spots in the area, although you would never know to look at it. Just a humble little gurgling stream with a Couple of large rocks on the banks from which an angler could stealthily cast a line. 

It was narrow enough to hop over, so I leapt from one side to the other and climbed on top of one of the big rocks to observe the fish as they made their way upstream. There were sockeye salmon and steelhead visible in the clear shallow water. I grabbed a fishing pole that someone had left on the rock, already rigged with a fly, and cast it into the stream. 

I could see the fish reacting to the lure as I jerked and reeled the line through the water. I got a couple of tentative bites, and then I pulled up hard and hooked one.

"Yeah, baby! Whoo!" I whooped, reeling in the weighty creature as it bent the pole in half.

When I got it out of the water, however, it turned out not to be one of the salmon or steelhead. It was my next door neighbor's cat Olaf, who used to come over to play in my backyard a couple of years ago. He'd been missing for a while and was presumed dead, since we have a lot of foxes, hawks and coyotes prowling around.

I quickly pulled the hook out of his mouth and cuddled him to comfort him from the trauma. He seemed to remember me, and we played around a bit before he wandered off, presumably to jump back into the stream and resume his new life with the fishes.

That's all. Just a simple dream about Catfishing.