The Birth Of A Pastime

Dream 12.3.2017

I've made it. The big leagues. I'm on the baseball team. My friends dad is the coach. Many of my high school friends have made it as well.

I'm up to bat. I hit the ball so hard, it must be a home run. It isn't. But I do make it to first. The bases are arranged in a weird manner. On first, second and third, there are two bases; a square base and a home plate. While standing on first. One of my teammates stands on the first base home plate and bats. I have to watch out that I don't get beamed.  When he hits, I run to second. When it looks as if I have a chance, I steal for third. Right before I arrive, the ball gets thrown to the third baseman and he tags the base. I'm out. I throw a fit. I punch the tin siding on the dugout. I sit back on the bench. My teammates don't say a word to me.

Another day, we are playing the Ku Klux Klan. They are even dressed in their ghostly sheets. It seems that the KKK doesn't want to play baseball but rather pick a fight. The ghosts walk into our dugout and start swinging. We fight back. People are dying left and right. I find a hole in the back of the dugout and make a run for it. Triple H from the WWE starts chasing me.

We then drop into, what I can only guess is, a wormhole. It does remind me of Interstellar. Also Tron. I run through grids, times and spaces. Triple H and another guy are behind me. I get away when Triple H and the other guy fall through loose grids. (I then take on their perspective). Somehow they escape the wormhole.

Triple H and the other guy drive through American desert, an abandoned wasteland. Something bad happened while we were stuck in the wormhole. Possibly a nuclear war. A creature gets into the car with them. It's merely the size of a grown mans fist. It kills the one guy but lets Triple H live. The wrestler and the creature fall in love. They drive back to Texas where, I think, the baseball game occurred. Dream ends.

I wake up

Gasoline

Dream 10/15/2015

I'm at a gas station filling up.

     A man is filling up at the pump next to me. Some gas from my nozzle accidentally sprays everywhere and hits the man. In a sarcastic tone the man responds, "hey man, I don't think I got enough on me, how 'bout some more." Although I understand it, his statement makes me furious. I take the gas nozzle out of my tank, aim it at him, and shoot gasoline at the man, full force, uninhibited.

     The man comes unglued. He comes over, grabs me, throws me into the grass and starts wailing on my face. He beats me senseless. I don't even fight back. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Games

Dream 2/27/2015

Down a secret path, in a secret patch of woods, is a secret soccer field.

The barbecue is going. Friends and family from all over have come to have a fun-filled day of soccer and food. We play for hours. My team is called the 'ghosts.' We rub white powder onto our skin to make us look pale.

My mom wants to leave. Since she drove me, she wants to take me home to get my Jeep so that I can drive back or else someone will have to give me a ride home. I go with her.

I jump into my Jeep and head back toward the games. However, I forget how to get there. I start driving down secret paths in random woods. I get lost.

I take a path through a patch of woods and when I get into the open, I see people playing football. But it's not my family. There are sports fields everywhere, on my right and my left. I keep driving. I see tall fences with barbed wire on either side of me. I've somehow found my way into prison. I get out of my Jeep and start walking toward the front of the jail.

Today, in the prison, they are having sports day. All of the detainees are playing various sports and their families are sitting in the stands watching. I walk by a big, black guy and a small white, guy play a form of racket ball without the rackets. I listen in on their conversation.

The black guy says to the white guy, "you're the gay guy, right?"
The white guy responds, "yea."
"When do you get out?"
"Monday."
"Good," the black guy responds.
They continue playing their game.

I keep walking. Looking around me, I find that I am surrounded by criminals. Some of them are getting into fights. I get scared. I start running. A guard sees me running and thinks I am a criminal trying to escape. He chases me and tackles me to the ground. He sees that I am wearing regular clothes and jumps off of me. He picks me up and takes me to the warden.

The warden, a girl,  looks an awful lot like a nurse at my Dialysis clinic. She asks how I got into the prison. I tell her my story. It's all just a misunderstanding. My mom shows up to pick me up. The warden must have called her. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Swimming with The Sharks

Dream 2/24/2015

We are at a public pool, only, this pool is a bit more sophisticated.

It's partly indoor and outdoor. The slide is actually a small building that you take the indoor stairs to get to the top. And if you want a real thrill, there is a cliff jump above the slide. Good luck.

I take the slide. It's packed with people. I crash into the water with super speed. I jump up in celebration. A bunch of older guys see me. They start pointing and laughing. I try to ignore them. I get out of the pool and they follow me. They grab me, push me to the ground and start kicking me. All because they believe I'm not cool enough.

Days later, my brother-in-law, Chad wants to go back to the pool. I tell him I don't want to but I don't have the guts to tell him why. Dream ends.

I wake up.