I am not normally one to spill the beans on the details of my somnolent happenings, but last night I had a very strange dream and I am looking for some help. The dream, after the jump.
I am playing second base for the Red Sox. We’re playing the Yankees, but not in any recognizable stadium. In fact, it’s almost like an A-ball field, with a massive screen right behind home, no upper tier, and a steep and deep overhang covering one level of seats ringing the infield, no bleachers. The field is also bizarrely dotted with cast iron poles, each of which is capped by a television monitor broadcasting the actions on the field. I take the field, and I am wearing two mitts. Playing first base is Curt Schilling, strangely, and instead of lobbing the usual grounders to his fellow infielders during warmups it looks like he’s throwing coins. When it’s my turn, I have to chase down an Eisenhower silver dollar, and the throw back to Schill ends up curving expectedly and rolling away into foul ground. It’s obviously hard to throw a coin 60 feet wearing a glove. The game starts, and Bernie Williams leads off. He hits a flare over first base, and clearly it looks like I am going to have to make a spectacular catch to get Bernie. I dive, in foul territory, but the ball eludes me. I get up, wipe the dirt off my chest, and return to my spot in the field, at which point I begin watching the replay on the televisions on the cast iron poles. At this point the dream goes into a kind of loop, and I stand, in the field, watching the replay of my missed catch on the foul ball from multiple angles. At this point I wake up.
It’s not exactly an "I’m on the Red Sox team plane and we all go down in a fiery crash near Spuyten Dyvil" type-thing (if I had one of those I wouldn’t be needing any outside advice), so I am curious to know what people think. What can it possibly mean?