10:30
(Second sleep dream)
I'm at b1-67er's place in Salinas and decide it's absolutely filthy... So the obvious Dream Answer is to vacuum the ceiling (where my parents mid-modern guitar plaque is mounted to the ceiling facing downward toward the kitchen table).
The whole time I'm doing it I'm thinking, "my brother doesn't EVEN KNOW how hard this is."
That task seamlessly (and smoothly!) changes to me sitting in the second row, just R of home plate, at a SF Giants baseball game.
EXCEPT this game is in the SJ Giants older stadium.
A well known (to the crowd, not to me) Cuban player has just had a complete freak out at the plate, acting kinda like an uncaged wild animal...
He's (lightly) beaten (in the Moscow train station police sense-of-the-word) by officials and removed from the plate.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our winner of tonight's player drawing, Special K•"
The K goes out (in an obviously used [maybe by him?] uniform and tips his hat [a little too effusively, perhaps] to the crowd.
There's the SLIGHTEST 'positive murmur' from the crowd.
As he steps up to the plate it occurs to me...'this doesn't seem fun, AT ALL... In fact, it seems really dangerous...There's NO WAY he's ever been within 3' of a 90mph baseball.'
I decide that he's the only person who can explain what just happened with the Cuban...
... Which is problematic because he's an airhead. He won't remember what JUST happened, because he'll consider his 'at bat' more important than the discussion
No.
Clearly, the time to talk about it is RIGHT NOW.
I climb over the railing.
"Special K! Special K!"
He turns toward me with the most hateful WHAT-THE-HELL-ARE-YOU-DOING? look I've ever seen from anyone, anywhere, anytime in my life.
No.
No cops. No stops.
I've gone this far, I've gotta POWER THROUGH.
"The Cuban? What the hell just happened there?"
The K pulls a small container out of his baseball pants and kicks the dirt around home plate. He adds what I know to be CASA BONITA BARBECUE SAUCE to the stirred earth for good luck juju.
[EOD]
b1-67er: That dream seems totally realistic except for the Casa Bonita BBQ sauce.
<Ed: 67 has his psychosomatic hat on, no doubt...
... But he doesn't mention that 66 had read this article after 1st sleep:
