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  • What a dream I had last night! It’s the first one that I’ve remembered, vividly, after waking up, in several months. I slept deeper and longer than I have in a long time. It was the end of the hottest, most humid week of our summer, here in the DC/Northern Virginia area.

    It just so happened, the way team schedules worked out, that I had softball games every night from Sunday to Friday, except for Wednesday night. I played 10 games over that 5 day span. Every night was ungodly hot and humid, with the bright, scorching setting sun burning right down into your eyes during the early games, making it difficult to see the ball, or to even focus on the game at hand. Really a brutal week for playing the game that I love so. It affected my fielding a bit, but not my hitting. I continued to burn it up at the plate, hitting line smashes to all fields, which meant I ran a lot of bases. Normally, I love this, but in this heat and humidity, I found myself constanting fighting for breath, even with taking liberal shots of my inhaler. When I could, I let guys run for me after I got on base.

    So, by last night, I was really bushed. I got home, sat down in the living room love seat, posted my games’ scores to the league’s web-site, compiled the team stats, then promptly fell asleep in the middle of tallying up the season-to-date stats sheet. I awoke at 3 a.m., nowhere even close to ready to wake up for good, and dragged my tired old bones back to the bedroom, where I crashed hard for another 6 hours, sleeping until 9 a.m. – first time I’ve slept that late in about 5 months.
  • In the dream, I was driving home, but home was my old neighborhood in Pittsburgh. I made the last couple of turns to get onto my street, and up to that point, everything looked right. But, when I made the final turn and was on my street, it wasn’t my street, at all. When I parked and went up to the house that was supposed to be my house, there was a famous Jazz musician playing a famous jazz number on the front porch, wearing a beret and singing for the whole neighborhood to hear. It was a jamming jazz number, for sure. I asked him what he was doing there, and what had happened to the neighborhood. He looked at me, smiled knowlingly, and said, “Well, this is a historic landmark, now. This whole street has been dedicated, and I was asked to come and honor it.” I was completely confused by this. I was certain that I had known where I was going when I drove there, and couldn’t understand where I had made a wrong turn.

    I walked inside the house, and it was exactly as I had remembered it. So, it was my house! But everything else was wrong. No one famous had ever lived here, or in this neighborhood, so why all the hoopla? When I went back outside, the musician was gone. It was once again the street and neighborhood that I’d remembered. But, I also realized that it was no longer my home. Up until then, in the dream, I had been going home.
  • I got back in my car, and started driving. I really needed to go home, and I was determined to find it. The road began to have steep hills, which I drove down and back up, and it felt like a roller-coaster. Then, all of the lights went out, and I could not see a thing, not in front of me, not around me, not even inside the car. But, the car kept going forward, even faster than before, and began descending the steepest hill, yet. I couldn’t stop it, and I had no idea what was around me, or in front of me, and just kept my hands on the steering wheel, hoping I didn’t crash or hit anything along the way. At first, I was gripped with fear as the car plunged down the hill, but when it got to the bottom and started back to the top of the next hill, still completely dark outside and in, I felt a relief, and suddenly felt light as the fear lifted right out of me. I let out a hearty laugh, and then just started screaming, like you do on a roller-coaster, as the car began to descend the next steep hill. Whatever was causing all of the darkness and controlling the motion of the car, hadn’t made it crash yet, so I decided to just trust it, and enjoy the ride.

    I awoke, still laughing.
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