Baseball game

So last night I dreamed I was playing right field in a baseball game. The ball kept getting hit to me and kept making some spectacular catches. Then the people on the other team stopped using bats and they started picking up the baseball at home plate and trying to throw it over my head instead of swinging at the pitches. So I caught all the balls they tried to throw over my head and they were called out each time I caught them. Then the last batter that I remember came up to 'bat' and there was a runner on 3rd base, so the 'batter' throws the ball really high and a long way to my right (towards center field) and the runner on third didn't think there was anyway I would catch the ball, so he trotted home without even bothering to see if I caught the ball. Anyway, I dove and caught the ball then threw the ball to third and since he didn't tag up, and he was called out. Everyone on the field didn't seem to even notice I had caught the ball until I threw the guy out at third. Weird.

Game gone wrong dream

I'm gonna be posting a more dreams I've had when I get time, but here's another one from a few months back:

I had this dream that this t-ball game was taking place. The game was going on then something happened that no one knew about. I got this overwhelming feeling of sadness while I was watching the tball game in my dream. I felt like my mom knew someone at the game and that something had went terribly wrong at the game. I asked my mom if any of her freinds had mentioned anything about a t-ball game to her. She said no, that she hadn't heard anything about a tball game. Then the next day, she came home and informed me that one of her clients was at a t-ball game that her grandson was playing in. Sometime during the middle of the game she had went to her home nearby to fix drinks and refreshments for the kids for them to have after the game. While she was at home making the refreshments - she died of a heart attack.

Over the other shoulder

A few months ago I had this dream where someone I knew was backing out of their driveway. The person was driving a white SUV. They couldn't see the telephone pole on the side opposite the shoulder they were looking over. They proceeded to back right into the telephone pole. The sound of the crash was very loud, although it didn't cause that much damage to the vehicle. I was worried sick that my mom was in some sort of crash and told her immediatley to be careful driving. The next day a freind of mine stops by and they had evidentally bought a white chevy blazer since the last time I had seen them. So we are sitting on the back porch, smoking a cigarette, talking, when they inform me that they had backed into a telephone pole, leaving a small dent in their vehicle the day before. Strange, right?

I see dead people

There was alot to one of last night's dreams. I'm kicking myself for not writing it down right when I woke up. I remembered alot of the details right when I woke up, now I can't remember much of it at all.

Anyway, what I do remember - Something to do with that kid from the movie "The Sixth Sense", you know - the kid that says "I see dead people" - haha. So the kid from the movie was telling me something and then alot of other stuff happened that I don't remember now. Yeah I know, great post right?

I did watch the movie the Sixth Sense yesterday, so I'm sure that played a big part in the dream, If I remember anything else about it I'll come back and add it later.

Cheating for Charity

So last night was a weird and funny dream. I remember being is some sort of race or walk-a-thon or something. It was night time outside and there were all these people outside walking for some charity. I didn't recognize where I was at but it seemed to be in the country somewhere. The person that was walking beside be seemed like they were familiar or maybe a freind and we had like this little competive thing going on that we weren't talking about like we both secretly wanted to finish before the other one, so we were getting close to the finish line and all of the sudden I got on a bicycle and was getting ahead of them and I was weaving through the other people walking. My freind that I was 'racing' with got a little pissed off about this and right as I was crossing the finish line they tried holding onto the back of my shirt to slow me down. I remember thinking it was so funny how I was cheating to win. There was some lady at the finish line that was helping with the walk-a-thon and my freind started complaining to her that I cheated. The lady didn't really seem to care, she just said something like "It doesn't matter to us, your sponsors or paying you for every mile you walk, not who finishes first" then it dawns on us that we weren't trying to reach a finish line, because there wasn't any finish line, you were suppose to keep walking more laps until you couldn't walk anymore because it was all for charity, so there really wasn't any winning or losing or any certain finish line. This still didn't really matter to us though, the freind was still mad about me cheating and I still wanted to be ahead. I didn't really want to be ahead because I wanted to win the race though, it was more like I just thought it was funny because my freind was really trying to win and I was just wanted to win because they wanted to win, like a joke type of thing. I wasn't really taking it seriously and I knew they were really serious about winning, that's why it was so funny to me.