Female football player; playing football on a hill

Dreams relating to football. April 12, 2009

Woman plays football: We go to a “high school” football game. Bright daylight. I’m on the sideline. Our team is in medium blue uniforms with red numbers and white trim. A petite woman from church is the only girl on the field. There is a kickoff and the other team returns the ball. They don’t get very far. And after the tackle is made, a player on the other team just kind of stares at the woman like he’s mad or something. The woman, wearing her glasses, just sort of backs up. The referee has to make the guy move back. We are trying to figure out where the ball is spotted. Is the other team at the 10-yard line or the 30? The yards lines seem to be scrunched at this end of the field.

Football game on a hill: Then we go to a “Shelbyville High School” football game. Day time, although not as bright as the previous game. The field is very strangely laid out because one half of the field has been flooded. We can’t use that end of the field, so the opposite end zone goes beyond the fence and down a small hill, which a ticket booth has been built into. There’s a small part of the field that is marked off with orange flags that is too flooded. You have to run around that part. My youngest brother goes up a path along one side of the hill and building to try and see what’s going on in the game. I try to get up there, too. But it is crowded.

Throwing cups at umps

Dream – 10/30/2008

I am at a baseball game … a Cincinnati Reds game and am in the upper deck looking down at the field. The umpires are being driven around the warning track behind home plate on golf carts.

People think it is funny to throw cups down onto the umpires. A big guy to my left tosses a cup that has very little beer left in it down on the umpires. I’m not sure it even hits anyone. I think he is a doo-doo head.

A pre-teen boy to my right sees this and tosses two cups … one of them containing a great amount of liquid. He laughs as he throws them.

I grab hold of his arm and tell him that was wrong. He gets upset and asks how come I picked on him. I take him to the usher to have him perhaps booted out of the ballpark.

I start to think. Why did I do something with him and not the other guy? Cause the kid was smaller? I wonder.

No, it was because what he did was way worse than the other guy. The other guy tossed down a paper cup that wasn’t going to get anyone wet and wasn’t going to hurt anyone. The kid threw down a practically full cup of soda or whatever it was.

He should not compare himself to the other guy anyway. He needs to compare his behavior to that behavior he ought to display. Anyway, that was my thinking.

Runaway Lawn Mower

Dream – 2/3/2008

I’m on a riding mower in my front yard. It’s getting dark and it is hard to see. I can’t believe it is dark for that time of day; too early to be this dark, I think. I need to turn on the yard lights. I put the mower in park, get off the mower.

I go to turn the lights on that will illuminate the yard. I am at the house on Hillcrest Street. As soon as I turn the lights on, the mower starts to slowly roll away form me down the street. I run down the driveway and into the street to try to stop it.

It was in park. It should not have moved.

It starts going in circles and across the street into the neighbor’s driveway. It almost crashes into their garage. I finally catch it and ride it back home. I start cutting the grass in the backyard. There is plenty of light to see.

Newspaper Reporter Meets the Mean Guy

Dream – 1/31/2008

I’m a newspaper reporter and get a call from a guy who says I need to meet him at a restaurant or else something bad will happen. He says he has information for a story maybe.

I take my daughters and my girlfriend to the restaurant. We sit at a round table with the guy. He looks like the bad guy from “The Incredibles,” Syndrome. He has evil in his eyes.

The restaurant has closed. We lie down on top of the table with a blanket over us. I need to protect the girls from him. He is up to no good.

I feel a sharp blade scraping against my calf. It is him. I wake up.

“Stop! In the name of Jesus!” I yell to him and I say to this dream as I do not want to dream this anymore.

I don’t dream of this anymore and go back to sleep, this time peacefully.

Baseball Bat Flies into Cinnamon Roll Icing

Dream – 1/30/2009

 

 Sitting in the outfield bleachers at a major league baseball game. Frank Robinson of the Cleveland Indians, wearing those garish all-red uniforms of the mid-1970s, hits the ball (left-handed) very far, over the fence for a home run. But the bat also flies out of his hands as he swings and the bat flies over the outfield fence and  bounces on the blacktop beyond the fence but in front of the concession stands and scoreboard. The bat bounds through an open door at the side of the concession stands and just about hits a guy who is putting icing on cinnamon rolls.

The top of the barrel of the bat gets stuck vertically into a whole tray of icing. I run in to get the bat. I make sure nobody is hurt and I want to return it to the game. I pick it up and hold it up. The whole tray of icing sticks to the bat, so I hold the bat over my head and the tray begins to slip off and fall to the ground.

One of the icing cups remains, as a plastic ring attached to it, where you pull to open the cup, is wrapped around the bat barrel. So the final icing cup hangs there on the bat.

I go to an usher by the fence and ask him who I need to talk to in order to return the bat. He seems agitated that I asked him. But he motions me to an old  security guy in a golf cart. He is sitting  just inside a gate in the fence with a few others. I ask him if they need the bat back and he says no, keep it. Cool.

Mystery Job Application

Dream – 1/24/2009

There is a job available for someone who can solve mysteries. I go to take a test. It is in a building that resembles a house. One of my daughters is with me.

A man who looks like Darius Rucker, the lead singer for Hootie and the Blowfish, hands me a piece of paper and a pen. The paper is colored, the pen is black. I lie down on a bed on my side. Others are working in this room. Some on beds, some on chairs. Some are working for the company, some are taking the same sort of test I am taking.

I open the paper. There are animal characters and people characters drawn on it. They are in a restaurant/bar.

On the right side, there is a blank section. There are places for characters to be drawn by me. There are also blank lines, where you are to write questions that you would need to ask to solve the mystery portrayed in the drawing. You have to fill in the clues by drawing characters and by asking questions.

One of the characters has been drawn for you near the blank lines and one of the questions has been written in for you, to show you how to do it.

The mystery has something to do with a man who had come into the restaurant/bar, had something to drink and left. He did something or something happened to him, which is what we are trying to determine.

The one question that has been filled in already is: “What else does this man like to drink?”

We need to ask other questions, and get answers to them, in order to solve the mystery. We also have to draw some more characters on the paper.

I draw some cat-like creature standing at the bar ordering a drink. I think I am not a very good artist, so this will not look very good. I figure the other people taking this test are probably better artists, so I will have to win the job by coming up with really good questions.

But after looking at what I drew, I think it’s not too bad. My daughter thinks so, too.

Some male employee walks in the door and chats with the room moderator (The Hootie guy, who happens to be black). The new man, who is white, says “Hi” to the room in general. Some people respond by saying “hi.” I think he is just saying hello to the employees in the room, so I don’t respond.

The room moderator gives me a disappointing scowl. Oh darn. maybe I just cost myself the job.

Then, we have to go outside of the building to look for clues and ask questions.

Football Toss at the Wedding Reception

Dream – 1/17/2009

At the wedding reception. Everyone has left except my immediate family. It’s night and we’re outside throwing footballs around the yard. We are at a southern plantation-type house and yard.

Dad throws to me. With a football in one hand, I answer a cell phone call with my other hand. It’s my youngest brother. He asks me who the guy was who had the snow blower or lawn mower. I think it was the preacher, I tell him.

I am now walking in the yard toward my brother, who is sitting in the driver’s seat of a red sports car. The door is open. Someone throws me another ball as I have both hands full. I try to catch it.

Finishing Almost Last at the Track Meet

Dream – 1/13/2009

Me and a bunch of kids on an outdoor running track. They are setting up to run a 100-yard dash or something like that. It is a race for kids, or so I think. They start announcing names of the competitors and what lane they are assigned to run in. They surprise me by calling my name and telling me I am to run in Lane 2.

I’m excited to get to run, even if I am surprised by the announcement. I will win, I think, cause I am much older than these boys, who are in the 5-12 age range, I’d say. I hope I do not embarrass them. I remove my pants and have running shorts on underneath.

I go into Lane 2 and a kid moves over into Lane 3 to make room for me. I get down into the starting position. There are no blocks, but that shouldn’t matter. The gun goes off. I try to get started, but my feet slip and my legs feel very, very heavy.

All the kids, except one, take off and run down the track, way ahead of me. They are almost finishing the race when I finally get going, and even then my legs are so heavy that I don’t move very fast. The only kids I beat was in Lane 1 and he was about 5 years old.

Man, it stinks getting old!

Sewer Water at the Lagoon

Dream – 1/3/2009

My best friend from college and I walk into a dimly lit swamp … a place he used to frequent. There is a sandbar between to small bodies of water … a lagoon-type area. The one body of water is much smaller. The other is almost a small lake.

The small body of water is between the shore and the sandbar. The shore rises from the water, some trees on the slight ride above sandy shore. Moonlight is shimmering off the surface of the lake.

Other people were there. Friends of his from his younger days. I had been there before, but just to visit. I go to walk on the sandbar, where I have walked before. But the sand is so wet that I start to sink in and my shoes get wet. This is not how it used to be. You used to be able to walk all the way across.

Then, the water gets all the way over the sandbar and you can’t go forward. The water was smelly, like sewer water. I had to turn back.

Brett Favre on a Bus

Dream – 5/11/2008

Note that Brett Favre anounced his retirement from pro football on March 6, 2008, and asked the Packers for his release on July 11, 2008).

I am on a school bus. There are lots of preteen, teenage girls on it, too. Brett Favre comes on in his Green Bay Packer uniform and starts to answer the girls’ questions. They ask two or three, and then he runs out the door of the bus.

One girl then asks everyone some math question that seems really weird. The answer is 1.