Not in a Freudian sense; when it comes to fishing dreams I'm going to take the position that a trout is just a trout.
Others consider it as fictional as Tony Soprano's talking-fish dream in an episode of the "The Sopranos".
At the end, McDonagh asks, "Do fishes dream?" That's the kind of question Herzog finds interesting, and it inspires many questions of comparable fascination: Do clouds have an unconscious?
This festival consists of "The Fishes Dream in January," by Jennifer Goris; "Caught Up," by Delilah Rivera; "Man With Trench Coat," by Kyle-Steven Porter; and "Then," an ensemble piece written by the company with Lucy Thurber.
I give up on my fish-dream and hop off at Marble Arch.
The nights go on like this, with tales of fish and dreams landed and lost until, regretfully, the trip comes to its inevitable end.
And without thinking for a second I said, "Do fish have dreams?" We shot the scene once more with this line, and it looked good and strange and dark.
The doctor spoke first: "Tell me again, how did you find this?" I relayed to him the story of my fish hook dream.
The streams I fish in my dreams yield only beauty.
