College Baseball, UFO Attack

Dreamed I was walking by the baseball fields at the local College, when a ball rolled out onto the street in front of me. The fielder chasing it held out his glove, but there was an infielder who was goofing off with his glove out. Instead of throwing it to the out fielder I tossed it in to the shortstop.

The fielder complemented me on my arm. This led to a discussion of baseball and athleticism and why a 50 year old couldn't be on a college baseball team.

They let me take a turn at bat, I was trying to show them that while I was a good hitter when I was younger, there was no way I could hit the sorts of pitches they threw now. I was wrong. I knocked about half a dozen balls into the gaps in the outfield. The fielders only managed to get to half of them. Not bad for an old man. I tried to explain that it really wasn't a good test of their theory as I wasn't really 50. The coach asked if I'd thought of being on a sports team. Let me think. Full time job, full time student (Nights and Online classes) and practices and games and travel. I declined, but offered to come out an work out with the team when I could. So I was made a batting coach.

 

The last dream before waking was a thorny flaming jumble of running through underbrush while large rotating disks roared overhead spraying the ground with jets of white hot plasma. Nothing we could fire back at them seemed to have any effect. (A typical theme in my dreams.) I reached a stream bed filled with small rounded river stones. I picked a couple of them up and used the straps from a shredded backpack to make a sling. The first stone flew right into the upper intake of one of the saucers. There was a loud banging and an explosion, the disk dipped towards the ground and tipped over when it snagged on a tree. The other saucers veered off. A soldier came out of the brush on fire and rolled through the stream. "How'd you do that?"

"A rock." I showed him my sling.

He swore.

"Use the grenade launcher on that thing. It looks like you can drop things into the intake vents."

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