Zany Dream

I suppose it’s to be expected that a brain that thinks like mine when awake should also have odd dreams. When I wake while dreaming I sometimes remember them. Here’s a sample.

To start with, in my dream I was a tall man neither of which I am in real life. I had been asked to be umpire for a kids’ baseball game. This was not Little League yet was not just a pickup game, either. One team wore white t-shirts and red shorts and the other team wore white t-shirts and blue shorts. These were the type of clothes that any ordinary kid would likely have in his wardrobe but the fact that one team wore red and the other blue meant there was some organization of the game. It also appeared there was some rivalry between the teams although they appeared to be friends teasing each other more than enemies.

So, the game started and had been going on a bit in an ordinary kids’ game manner when one boy I had not noticed before came up to bat. He was definitely the runt of the litter. A small kid with big glasses. A group of his teammates came up and asked to talk to me before the runt stepped into the batter’s box–not that they actually had a batter’s box but you know what I mean.

One of the bigger kids, a girl, declared that it was not really fair to expect the runt to hit a pitched ball since he wouldn’t be able to see it until it was right in front of him. His teammates wanted him to be able to throw the ball up into the air himself then swing at it. I looked at the kid, then looked at his teammates and wondered exactly what they were after. It felt like they were hoping to set a precedent for pitching to themselves so the rest of the team could have that advantage, too.

I thought a bit then came up with this answer. Yes, the kid could thow his own pitch. The kids faces brightened. But, I added, he’s the only one who can do so. The dissapointed looks on their faces told me I’d been right about their hopes for getting it extended to the rest of them. Then I added that a miss was a miss and would be called a strike, a foul was a foul and would be so called, but if he threw the ball up and it hit him coming down he would not be allowed to take his base. The groans at that announcement shed light on their true hopes.

At that point the phone rang and my dream ended. I wonder who would have won? At that point, I think I did.

TTYL,

Linda