Or maybe a medicine man
Sunday, April 23, 2006
I am used to having dreams that are based on TV shows and movies I have seen, but now I am having them based on movies I have never seen (even though I want to).
Last night I had a dream where I was basically like the kid in the movie ‘The Greatest Game Ever Played”. Now, I do have that DVD on my Netflix queue, but I have never seen it and only know what I have seen in the commercials and what I read online. The basic story is about a bluecollar kid, who had been a caddie, who learned how to play golf and managed to win the US Open at a time when wealthy players dominated the sport.
But to have that dream would be too easy. See, it started out like that. I was playing the tournament and doing real well. There were the corny created drama moments, like one part where I had to play 2 holes very quickly or I would get disqualified. There were all these 1920’s style people acting like you would expect in a movie. Of course they had the kinds of quirks they always put in these stories. Hell, one of them was a practicing open lesbian (which I am not sure was really common in the 20’s, but seems to happen in movies).
Then it got weird. The back nine on the course was across a freeway. When I finally found it so I could rush through 2 holes to avoid getting disqualified, the course turned in to a Putt Putt course from hell. The first hole even went through the players’ locker room, so it was a total mess and I had to putt around dirty socks and shit like that. The rest of the holes were arranged like they were in a huge 3-story shopping mall. I am supposed to be in the US Open, and I am inside this mall with people eating at a food court. And in the dream my player cheated. Now, to be fair, he only did it because the holes were fucking impossible, so he was just doing what he had to do to finish them. But it really sucks that he was cheating because that would have ruined the damn story.
I didn’t get to finish the dream though because roofers showed up and started beating the hell out of my roof with their hammers. While I am glad they did the work before I had leaks, which is not a pleasant way to be woken up. This is particularly true because last night we got hit by a massive thunderstorm that kept me from sleeping. I like thunderstorms for the most part, but the 40 MPH winds and hailstones banging on the windows tend to hinder sleep. Not that I sleep great anyway, but this is even worse. And even though my dog weighs about 60 pounds, he is a chicken, so it scared the hell out of him, and I hate that. He’s a pretty dog, but damn he needs some balls.
Well, neuticles, since they removed his real balls. And, no, that isn’t why he’s a chicken. He was a chicken before that.
On a note about later dreams, what the hell does it mean when you are fishing in a dream and doing really well? I mean, shit, I caught a HUGE fish. I had to tackle the damn thing to hold him down so someone could help me make sure he didn’t get away. It wasn’t the only fish I caught, but it was the biggest. Hell, they were all good-sized fish, but this fucker was about as long as my son is tall, and he was not happy about being caught (the fish, not my son). I’d like to think the dream was related to work, which is going well, but that is too easy. Dreams always end up being some really fucked up thing according to the “experts”.
Hell, I had a teacher who had studied a lot of psychology. She used to help students with dreams. One student, who had recently started smoking, kept having a nightmare where he was walking next to a giant wall. But in his dream his perspective would change and it wasn’t a wall, but a giant word: cancer. Now, as I am not an expert, it seemed to me his concern over his smoking, and how it could cause cancer. But I was told I was totally wrong, and that the dream was about change in his life and fear over that change. See, I am just clearly dumb when it comes to dreams.
Of course, this same teacher also believed she had learned meditation techniques which allowed her to see the future. Of course it was all small things, like knowing in advance what would be in her mail when she got to the box. I always just thought it was because certain bills always seem to come on the same day every month. But what the hell do I know.
I guess I need a psychic.
Oh, and this post took like 5 days to write.
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Last night I had a dream where I was basically like the kid in the movie ‘The Greatest Game Ever Played”. Now, I do have that DVD on my Netflix queue, but I have never seen it and only know what I have seen in the commercials and what I read online. The basic story is about a bluecollar kid, who had been a caddie, who learned how to play golf and managed to win the US Open at a time when wealthy players dominated the sport.
But to have that dream would be too easy. See, it started out like that. I was playing the tournament and doing real well. There were the corny created drama moments, like one part where I had to play 2 holes very quickly or I would get disqualified. There were all these 1920’s style people acting like you would expect in a movie. Of course they had the kinds of quirks they always put in these stories. Hell, one of them was a practicing open lesbian (which I am not sure was really common in the 20’s, but seems to happen in movies).
Then it got weird. The back nine on the course was across a freeway. When I finally found it so I could rush through 2 holes to avoid getting disqualified, the course turned in to a Putt Putt course from hell. The first hole even went through the players’ locker room, so it was a total mess and I had to putt around dirty socks and shit like that. The rest of the holes were arranged like they were in a huge 3-story shopping mall. I am supposed to be in the US Open, and I am inside this mall with people eating at a food court. And in the dream my player cheated. Now, to be fair, he only did it because the holes were fucking impossible, so he was just doing what he had to do to finish them. But it really sucks that he was cheating because that would have ruined the damn story.
I didn’t get to finish the dream though because roofers showed up and started beating the hell out of my roof with their hammers. While I am glad they did the work before I had leaks, which is not a pleasant way to be woken up. This is particularly true because last night we got hit by a massive thunderstorm that kept me from sleeping. I like thunderstorms for the most part, but the 40 MPH winds and hailstones banging on the windows tend to hinder sleep. Not that I sleep great anyway, but this is even worse. And even though my dog weighs about 60 pounds, he is a chicken, so it scared the hell out of him, and I hate that. He’s a pretty dog, but damn he needs some balls.
Well, neuticles, since they removed his real balls. And, no, that isn’t why he’s a chicken. He was a chicken before that.
On a note about later dreams, what the hell does it mean when you are fishing in a dream and doing really well? I mean, shit, I caught a HUGE fish. I had to tackle the damn thing to hold him down so someone could help me make sure he didn’t get away. It wasn’t the only fish I caught, but it was the biggest. Hell, they were all good-sized fish, but this fucker was about as long as my son is tall, and he was not happy about being caught (the fish, not my son). I’d like to think the dream was related to work, which is going well, but that is too easy. Dreams always end up being some really fucked up thing according to the “experts”.
Hell, I had a teacher who had studied a lot of psychology. She used to help students with dreams. One student, who had recently started smoking, kept having a nightmare where he was walking next to a giant wall. But in his dream his perspective would change and it wasn’t a wall, but a giant word: cancer. Now, as I am not an expert, it seemed to me his concern over his smoking, and how it could cause cancer. But I was told I was totally wrong, and that the dream was about change in his life and fear over that change. See, I am just clearly dumb when it comes to dreams.
Of course, this same teacher also believed she had learned meditation techniques which allowed her to see the future. Of course it was all small things, like knowing in advance what would be in her mail when she got to the box. I always just thought it was because certain bills always seem to come on the same day every month. But what the hell do I know.
I guess I need a psychic.
Oh, and this post took like 5 days to write.
Discuss this post in the forums.
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posted by R. U. Serious at 4/23/2006 12:48:00 PM
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