This Christmas morning, I had such a peculiar dream. Now, I usually remember many dreams I have, and most of my dreams are fairly normal. However, this dream that I had was weird. On Christmas Eve, I perused my old 1995 World Almanac. Perhaps this had something to do with my dream...
The setting for this dream was during a track & field match for something smaller than the Olympics, but bigger than a professional sporting event. I was on the track team as the anchor (the fastest person saved for the end of the heat). On my team was a girl, Caroline, from eighth grade (that I haven't seen since), some random girl that I knew in my dream (but not in real life) and ... Mike Tyson! Strange, I know.
The audience for the race sat to the left of the track and not in bleachers, but in tables with umbrellas like they were in an outdoor-patio-area of a restaurant. We each had to run about 200 meters, tag a wall at the end of the track and then run back. Yes, very professional.
As the race started, Caroline took off first. As she ran, I screamed and screamed! "Thatta girl! Faster, Caroline! Go! GO!" I noticed that the next girl in our relay team started before Caroline fully crossed the finish line. It seemed as though all the relay teams were doing that and it didn't matter. As the other girl got back, Tyson got ready to run. When I ran, I remember thinking "God, I remember being much faster than this!" I was running my heart out, but I felt like I was pulling a lot of weight.
I got back (in first place, I might add) and was winded yet triumphant. However, I saw Caroline take off running again. I remember feeling panicked. Where was she going? What was happening? I was, then, informed that we had to run two heats. I was so worried; I had just gave my all. I knew my next heat would be very hard.
When Mike Tyson took off running, he got confused or something and stumbled into the spectators area. People started taunting him about being a rapist (which I'm sure came to mind because of the almanac I had read). They were yelling at him and he seemed like Lennie from Of Mice and Men (which I was also reading just before I fell asleep). He was just stumbling around oafishly. In the dream, I thought: This must be around 1995 because they are yelling about the rape charges.
Anyway, I started yelling at Mike to finish the race. I was getting super pissed because everyone was catching up on us. He finally stepped back onto the track and started running, but at this point I was too impatient. I took off running. I was running as hard as I could, but it was too late. The race ended and we had lost first place. I was incredibly pissed. I blame Mike Tyson.
I don't know what all that means or if it means anything at all. Oh well. Just thought I'd share!
Your weird friend,
T-Baggins
