For as long as I can remember I’ve had the same recurring dream. Actually, it’s more of a nightmare. It’s
Yes, baseball nightmares are a real thing
always some version of the following.
I get called up to the major leagues and I’m the first to arrive at the field on the big day. My uniform is in my locker and everything is perfect … until I realize I left my glove or spikes or hat at home. I quickly head home to get what I am missing. And that’s when the nightmare begins. I run into tons of traffic. I can’t get into my house. I can’t find what I’m looking for. And on and on. When I finally get back to the field, the game is over and I’ve missed my chance. It’s not a fun dream.
The other day I’m getting breakfast ready for my 6 year old son and he comes downstairs to tell me he had a bad dream. I asked him what the dream was about. You guessed it …
“Dad, I got to the field but I couldn’t find my glove. I looked everywhere for it and when I finally found it, the game was over. It was horrible.”
I feel ya bro.
If there is someone out there who analyzes dreams, maybe you can tell me what this all means. On second thought … don’t. I probably don’t want to know.
