|
Had a hell of a night last night--woke up a lot. Lots of odd dreams as well, and this one stuck out. When I went over it in my head this morning, I had the feeling it applied to what we've been discussing here about argumentative and negative people here on DU, in the media, and out in the world in general. So I thought I'd share it; all thoughts welcome, of course!
I was playing a "game" with a lot of other people. We were all sitting on two sides of a HUGE playing field--two lines facing one another. In the center of the field was a light-tan padded ball--bigger than a softball, smaller than a basketball. The goal was to nab the ball and get it to the other side. Only two players went after the ball at any given time--the rest of the people sat on the sidelines and waited for their turn. The interesting bit was that the two competitors weren't from opposite sides of the field (opposite teams), but instead were from the SAME side.
Naturally the two players who were trying to get the ball were awful to each other--pushing, nearly wrestling--and hardly ever made it to the other side because they were so busy fighting one another.
Now, I'm not aggressive by nature IRL, and I certainly didn't want to play this game, but there I was, and eventually it was my turn. I was up against a man who was way more athletic than I am, and he had that competitive glint in his eye. I knew I didn't stand a chance. But when we got the signal to start, I ran out into the middle of the field...and then DIDN'T run toward the ball. Instead, I ran to the left of it, past it. That totally confused him. He thought I was faking, so he stopped, but then ran toward where I was going instead (even though the ball was right there, clear as day).
I zig zagged for as long as it was effective, and then I ran toward the ball and grabbed it. My opponent looked more confident, as if he were thinking that NOW we were getting down to it. He ran toward me...and I stopped running. And I handed him the ball. That REALLY confused him. He stopped running too, and then handed it back to me as if it were a lit bomb in a Looney Toons cartoon. I handed it back to him. He handed it back to me. And then, when he was completely befuddled, I ran to the other side with it.
By then he wasn't angry; he ran with me but didn't try to fight me for the ball.
End of dream. And no, I did not snack on anything bizarre before bed! :rofl:
|