Dreams

This morning, I wanted to write down my dreams from last night, but I didn't, and then I forgot. Parts of them just came back to me, though.

In one dream, Tracey and I were at this humongous Catholic church. (I think it was called St. John's or something -- no church I've actually seen in real life, though.)  The priest was coming down these stairs in the back part of the church (which was like the administrative area of the church or something...?) and from the back (he was backing down) he looked like Fr. Joe Batcheldor. He started to turn around, and I realised it wasn't Fr. Joe, but Tracey didn't realise quite as quickly. She said 'Father Batch!' and the priest finished turning toward us, and she too realised it wasn't Fr. Batcheldor. She said something like 'sorry, I thought you were Father Joe' or whatever. Then we went and talked to him for awhile. I forget what was discussed but it seemed like it was important. Then Tracey and I left the church by going through the main part of the church itself. It was so huge, like a small stadium.

In another dream, I was watching a baseball game on TV between the Red Sox and the Yankees. It was a really close game, and very exciting. I called out to my dad, who was in the kitchen or somewhere nearby, and asked if he was watching. He said that he was not, but asked if it was a good game. I told him the score and what was happening, etc.

Then I was in the stands, really close to the field along the third base side. I was standing up at the rail so I could see better. The Yankees were up 4-2 in the 8th or 9th inning, but for some reason, we all knew that the Red Sox were going to win it in the end anyway, if only they could keep the score close. The Yankees were up, and the guy hit the ball to... somewhere... one of the players. Maybe even back to the pitcher. And he threw the ball away!! It was a terrible, Knoblauch-esque throw, horribly high and over everyone's heads. I, in the stands, somehow ended up with the ball. (Makes no sense, but it was a dream.)  A lot of people in the stands wanted me to throw it back onto the field (as fans sometimes do when the opposing team hits a homerun to them), but I was like, no way, I'm keeping it and I'm going to sell it on eBay. (ROFL)  So I kept it. The game continued. My dad was there, then, along the same rail as me, but a few people were standing between us. It was at Yankee Stadium, so the Yankees were the home team. I asked my dad who he thought would win, and he said 'The Red Sox are the better team, and they should win'. The people between us were Yankees fans, and they got mad, but didn't do anything. Then the game ended and the Yankees had kept the lead and won the game. My dad and I were leaving the stadium and were both asking, 'What happened to the last at-bats for the Red Sox?'  (Neither of us had seen them...?? I think that was one of those dream fast-forwards that happens and then my brain realised, hey, wtf happened there? hehe)

That's all I remember for now.