More weird dreams but from what I can recall, at least it was a quickie.
I dreamed that I was driving my car down a residential street following my sister in her car. She stopped, so I stopped. I got out and walked to her car to inquire why she stopped. Suddenly a stranger appeared from the shadows, jumped in my car and drove away. That's it. That's the dream.
Makes me wonder if the entire night is full of such 'shorts' and it's just the occasional weirder than hell ones that we remember.
I hate when I type out a sentence or two and it just doesn't read or sound quite right, but I can't figure out how to fix it.
Followed up my glorious dream from a couple nights ago with one to even things out.
A dream that I was playing catcher in a baseball game with an old friend pitching who made it to the Single A, minor league level in his youth. I might be wrong, because .... well you know, age and memories and all ..... but I seem to recall him telling me that he once pitched to Ken Griffey Jr.. That's the version of him that I was trying to catch. And from the first pitch, I couldn't catch a thing. They just went right on by me to the backstop. Pitch after pitch. Eventually, totally embarrassed, I just quietly moped away into oblivion. Except that I wasn't all that quiet. I let any onlookers know what I was feeling.
I wonder if I was yelling out loud from my sleep? I should ask the neighbor if he heard me.
So now I'm back in a humble place.
And to think that I always thought that I could have been a pretty darn good baseball player if it wasn't for fear of getting hit by a 95mph fastball ..... or even a 55mph little league changeup.
Wondering what's next in dream land? Trip and fall just as I am about to take the first step on the moon?
There seems to be two things that genuinely excite me about coming home each day. One is knowing that there's a Yankee or Blazer game on television and the other .... knowing that a delivery of music on vinyl or cd is expected. Don't get me wrong, the other days are not considered less than exciting, just not as exciting. And I know that this is pretty boring stuff to 99.999% of the world's population but it gets my pulse elevated.
Other notes of the day .....
A long-lasting dream about playing basketball and hitting 3-pointer after 3-pointer. Maybe ten consecutive. I think the best I ever managed in real life was three in a city league game. The shots were in a two- or three-minute span of time and forced the other team to call a time out in frustration of my torching their defense. I loved it when the other team is yelling and pointing fingers at each other over whose responsibility it is to guard me. Though I can only think of two instances where that took place. I once told someone that it was four made shots, but upon further consideration and recollection, that may have been a lie.
In the dream, I was moving freely and fluidly around the court. Now, I can't even remember a time when I moved like that.
In the dream, all my teammates and the opponents' faces are blurred. There's not a single face that I can identify after awakening. The dream is mostly dribble to a spot on the floor, gather (pick up the dribble and begin the act of shooting) and launch. And this time the shots are all going in. In most of my hoop dreams, nothing falls (goes in).
Why is it that in dreams, I'm always much younger than the fact of the moment? I'm always 20 or 30-something, running, jumping, shooting 3's ..... or doing whatever act it is that is being played out. I'm never 66, closing on 67. I'm always in my prime, though I can't testify that I ever had a prime.
In the dream, defenders don't even pose a minor nuisance. It's like I'm Michael Jordan, Magic Johnson, Pete Maravich, Larry Bird and Steph Curry all rolled into one.
It's like I have infinite stamina and flawless technique and I've never known a shooting slump. And historically speaking, that's far from being true.
In reality, I think it's a sin how the 3-point attempt has taken over basketball. (That and disfigured spines on vinyl record covers are my main pet peeves these days.) In the dream, I'm chucking them up like I'm getting paid by the attempt.
It's funny when the computer system at work is down and I keep thinking of tasks I can perform while waiting for it to be restored ..... until I realize that each of these tasks is also reliant on the computer.
It's like: "Hey I can do this ...... Oh wait, no I can't."
Then, a few minutes later: "Maybe this ...... well ummmm no, can't do that either."
Freaking computers and their systems. Everything so dependent on their smooth operation. These days, about the only remaining tasks not requiring computer assistance is sweeping the floor and visiting the restroom.
