All last night (seemingly) I had an immensely bizarre dream or series of dreams that somehow combined softball, religion and geology.

Unfortunately, I cannot remember many of the details.  At one point, I recall being appalled that I had forgotten to have the team formally blessed, but I was even more appalled that they and their disapproving parents were all standing around my bed (and me with nothing on but my jammies).   At another point,  we seemed to be playing on a field  that had a large building with an open ground floor built along the line from second to third (I believe it was my old high school, as a matter of fact).  I was explaining to the outfielders that because of the building they probably wouldn’t get any flies, but that they had to keep their eyes open for daisy-cutters coming through the gap underneath.

What I do recall was the seeming interconnectedness of everything in a kind of “examining Dionysus the Pseudo-Areopagite’s writings on the defense of the slap-bunt to discover the secret location of the fault line that is going to transform the basin and range area of Utah and Nevada into a major ocean” formula.  I also recall trying very hard to retain the pattern of that interconnectedness but getting side-tracked by the thought that it sounded like another Nick Cage movie and irretrievably losing the thread.

Needless to say, I’m beat.