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Contributed by: epictimes on Aug 14th 2006 | 5192 Views
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 My Mystical Baseball, Raft-Riding Dream
This is an honest to God dream I had a few nights ago and managed to scribble most of it down when I woke up. Here goes
I somehow play baseball for just one game for the Boston Red Sox yet I have a bright yellow uniform. I get up to bat and the crowd is very uninterested. The ball comes my way and smack I hit the sucker into left field. I clumsily make it to first, than secondand barely make it to third. Someone tries throwing a hotdog at me. The next hitter who is wearing a pink uniform cracks the ball and I run to home base. The crowd starts roaring, and I slide through. The red sox have just won the game thanks partly to me. I am a hero. I am this new rookie kid with this bright yellow uniform who helped won the game. People start talking about me and it feels good, however there are a few others that just dont believe the hype and say my winning run was rigged. There is this one kid with big muscles and an oversized watch who is especially mean and vocal. He beings to follow me around and taunt me like a buzzing fly.
Later theres some kind of reception in this giant pyramid for the Red Sox. Inside there is a chair with my name on it but its not my name in real life. There is a speaker and she is this tall woman who looks like a cross between Whoppi Goldberg and my ex-girfriend. She calls me up to the stage and suddenly we are both taunted by people in the audience. Its a mad mixture of support and hisses .The lady speaker, begins to lose her mind and suddenly she has bandages all over her body and she is naked. She runs off the stage into the elevator to the top of the pyramid. The noise from the crowds grows louder and I have a terrible feeling of what shes going to do. I start screaming we must help her but only half-heartedly. The woman jumps from the top of the pyramid and everything goes silent. I begin to cry.
My dream continues but takes form in a different place; I am no longer in the pyramid but at a party with the other red sox players drinking my ass off. Throughout the party this same kid with the big muscles and oversized watch is still torturing me, making me feel vulnerable to the point I just want to drink more. I try to leave but this bully follows me everywhere, through strange bars in through a dark forest filled with swamps. He follows me all the way to a police car where I have to convince the cop that I am the Red Sox baseball hero, so I dont go to jail for being drunk and lost.
Than out of the blue this old, this mystical, Oriental man approaches me and tells me he will help me escape from the bully. He takes me to this old rundown hospital and leads me into the basement- Goonies style. He tells me that we are going to use this crazy, magical power called DO-WA-KEE or something close to that. He leads me down more corridors and now there is water everywhere, and the old oriental guru man points to two wooden rafts. We sit down in the rafts and we stake off like we are on high spped water slides. We cruise through these dark corridors in the hospital and its a blast. We begin laughing, I start singing a Beatles song. He tells me to envision one person who I love. I do. The DO-WA-KEE raft ride get even better. The ride is getting brighter and faster and bliss washes over me better than sex or a visit to the stars. I have never felt such perfect harmony.
The ride ends back at the pyramid where the Red Sox reception was held earlier. I begin to tell others on the team what I experienced. A few people believe me, most dont of course. The bully with the big biceps and enormous watch is enraged. He challenged me to a race in the rafts. The bully and I are suddenly back in the water tunnels of the hospital and the raft race beings. The Oriental man is laughing cheerily in the distance. I ask the bully if he knows DO-WA-KEE as I fly past him and give him the finger. I go faster and faster and the feeling of bliss washes over me again. I hear the faint sound of cheers coming from people in the distance and I notice in my left palm that I am holding a baseball.
The End
-Ryan Luse
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