These Dreams

So I had a strange dream last night. Possibly it was Benedryl induced, but I'd say that was probably out of my system by the time this dream happened.

Anyway, there isn't much too it but it was still strange. Now before I continue, let me explain that all through school I was an underdog. Therefore, even though I WAS athletic, and WAS good at physical sports, I was always one of those left standing until last with the fat and awkward kids who didn't play well at anything athletic. It didn't matter how good I was at something, how many times I proved I was, I was always eschewed that way by my classmates. I was also one of those, when playing baseball, who was routinely insulted at bat by the opposing team marching in several paces as if they believed I would be lucky to hit a four foot grounder. This was routine, no matter how many times I made them all run back out to field when I hit the ball. No matter how many times I brought three runners home plus myself while they scrambled back out into the field after the ball, they still jeered and marched in several paces. I never understood this. It was like they'd programmed themselves to believe that I was a looser who couldn't play, and no matter how many times I proved them wrong, even in the course of a single game, that programming never went a way. For this reason, I learned to despise team sports, and hated being forced to play them.

Now to the dream. For some reason I was selected to play on a baseball team. I didn't even ASK to play. I hate playing baseball. HATE. IT. I don't even like to WATCH it unless it's pro ball, because the same stupidity still goes on. But I was asked to play. I don't remember why, I was just asked... and immediately put to bat. I had not played in years. I had no warm up or anything. I wasn't sure I could even hit the ball and was very sure that I'd be embarrassed as soon as I whiffed out. But I didn't. By the time I got to the plate, I discovered that they were playing softball I guess. I'm not sure. I had thought they were playing baseball, but it seemed like softball. (which makes no difference to me... same game bigger ball, underhand slow pitch. still have to hit it with a bat.) So the first pitch came, I swung on it and hit. No biggie. I ran to first base. At some point, I decided I needed to slide. I don't think it was necessary, so I don't know why I did it, but I remember sliding, thinking it was really cool to slide, and skimming past the base so that I had to grab it with my hand to keep from going past it. After that, I didn't get up. I wanted to make sure that the umpire saw that I was safe. Weird... so I stayed there on the ground stretched out and holding onto first base. But then someone came out and told me it was okay that the game was over, and we'd won. So... I'm like ...oh.. well that's nice. So I get up and dust myself off. Apparently, there was a man on third when I hit my single, and he ran home. *shrug* and since it was the bottom of the ninth (which I didn't know until then) apparently our score was over the other team, and our team felt there was no need to play any longer or get any more points on them. I got no pats on the back, or thanks or pats on the back or accolades or anything for hitting the ball that won the game, even though it was definitely my RBI that won the game. Just weird. All the other players, none of whom I knew just wandered away, and then I was back to whatever it was I was doing before I was told go play. Weird.

I have no Internet so I can't send this now. I am hesitant to go to Mom's because I still seem to have a sore throat and sinus trouble... but I guess I will anyway. So this will probably post later. I haven't called Time Warner yet to tell them our power is back on and ask for an estimate on the repair to our Internet line.