A Subconscious Scream?
I had a dream about Alex Rodriguez last night. This one was different than the last time.
In this one, some of my friends and I were employees of the Yankees. Don’t ask me what we did for the team – as I have no idea.
We – as in myself, my friends, and the Yankees – were staying in a hotel/conference center facility. It was during the season. And, the purpose of us being there was to attend a ‘state of the union’ type debriefing from (the team’s) senior management.
I cannot remember most of the details from the start of the dream. From what I can recall, it was a very noisy night at the hotel – and it was difficult to sleep in my room. I was bothered by this because we had ‘the big meeting’ first thing in the morning.
What happened after that night is much more clear (in my memory). There was a continental breakfast set-up outside a large conference area (in the hotel). It was sparse. And, all I could find was bottled water and granola bars. So, I decided to skip breakfast and went straight into the meeting area.
Once I passed through the doors and entered the conference, I found myself in the balcony of a huge theater. It was already jammed packed with people – who I assume were also Yankees employees. I found my friends and quickly took a seat. We were in the first few rows of the balcony – and had to look almost directly down to see the stage.
The meeting started as soon as I sat down. Alex Rodriguez was on the stage to open the session. This is what he said:
“Welcome everyone. Please be seated as we’re starting the meeting now. I’ve been asked to open it up with some great news. You probably heard a lot of noise at the hotel last night. That was a celebration in my room over some information that we just learned and are now happy to share with everyone here today.
We’re set a new record. Over the last seven days, I’ve hit more homeruns than I’ve ever hit over any seven day period – AND, at the same time, the Yankees have sold more tickets for the seven games than they’re ever sold for any seven game period.”
The moment A-Rod finished saying that, I stood up and screamed (back at him):
“I guess it doesn’t matter that the team sucks, right?“
However, there was an ovation swelling at the same time – a response from the audience to what Rodriguez said – and, between that applause and the fact that I was way up in the balcony, no one heard what I had yelled back to A-Rod. (Or, they heard it and were just ignoring it.)
That’s all I remember from the dream.
Well, at the least, there’s not a lot of mystery about what this dream means, is there?
Someone doesnt like Alex…..