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?
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