All my life I've had two blokey dreams:1. My life as the best footballer in the world, rising from teenage prodigy at Weymouth FC to winning the Premier League with the mighty Arsenal. I still occasionally have this dream, which often results in a knee-high tackle from the wife when I kick her in bed
2. The one where I captain a heavily-armed spaceship, crewed by a sexxxy crew of my chosing, based, in part on the classic BBC Micro computer game Elite. Right on Commander!
So why, I ask, am I suddenly having dreams where I am playing baseball?
There I am, out on the plate at the bottom of the ninth, two strikes dowm two men out and the ball in flight toward my face...
I don't even like baseball and only had a fleeting regard for rounders at school on account of [name redacted] in a miniskirt.
My only theory on this bizarre train of events is that some poor bastard's falling out of his bed in Pigdick, Ohio saying "Soccer? I don't even like soccer!"
The ball in flight toward my face...Then I woke up and my pillow was gone.
8 comments:
I thought you often had dreams about balls flying towards your face...
two strikes dowm
Huh?
And it's probably just an allegorical dream about striking out or something. Freud would have something to say about the bat inside the diamond though.
You appear to be writing in foreign. What on earth was that about?
Do you get the cheesy organ music as well?
Don't get him started about his cheesy organ...
The mind boggles at the dream version of the 7th inning stretch.
Perhaps you are imagining someones head as the ball ?
Really effective data, thanks for this article.
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