On Life as a Sarcastic Fringehead

I'm writing in my sleep now. I was over-sleeping this morning and I saw in my dream-lite the opening couple of sentences of a new 500 word short short. I liked those sentences and I was asking myself if the introduction was my usual style when I finally opened my eyes. By the time I sat up in bed, the story was gone. I have no idea what the sentences were or what the story was to be. I do remember that it was a father teaching his son about something. Fishing? I know nothing about fishing. But I know the father was quite earnest in his teaching as the son was in his listening. It could come back to me later, but I doubt it. Anyway, I'm writing in my sleep again as I did when I was much younger. Good days ahead...