Golf Dreams

Lately, when I drift off to sleep, I keep having the same recurring dream. It's always a little bit blurry, but there are always three friends and I. Were at the golf course. We're all standing around the 4th tee and were all about to hit a tee shot. I am shooting last because I just got off a birdie on the par 3 third hole.

Chapter 1

Well, hold on, to be clear there is really only two people in the dream. Sorry to confuse but let me explain. There are four of us but I can only recognize two. My friend Kevin and myself. It is customary in golf to play as a foursome and and being a gentlemen, there is 4 people present in this dream. Anyways, long-story short, the two other guys and they are always unrecognizable. They are nameless and faceless. They are like silhouettes. I can never make them out. Either way, in this dream its Kevin and myself, and to my recollection is always Kevin and I.

So moreover and to the dream, there I am and I can see myself in the action. I can see that it is Kevin. That should be clear.

Ok, so, there we are at the tee and Kevin is the first to shoot. He hits a decent shot and then, the dream pans on, and the other two faceless fellas hit and then its my turn. Noticing something Kevin and the other guys could do better, I step up and show then how its supposed to be done. You know, the proper way to hit a ball. I step up with great vigour, and vinegar, or piss. Whichever.

Anyways, here's how it goes. I walk up to the tee with my club in hand and bend down and put the tee and ball in its place, "Ok guys, watch me do it, i'll show ya how its done" My stance is sturdy and my feet are shoulder width apart and so on, and my grip is surely right - I spend much time in the dream going through all the fundamentals. You know showing them all the right way. Then finally I swing and make contact with the ball. "Blast" The ball veers to the right and its heading for the other fairway and sure enough it clears the tree's and is heading for the other fairway and, oh, shit, it hits an old lady right in the back of the head. She falls down flat on the ground, laying as flat as pancake... and the other two guys and Kevin start to run for it..they all think she is dead. So we run for it, and every time, as were running away, Kevin yells me "you forgot to say Four"!

Sitting There

She's got a couple of eggs. Hard Boiled. She brings over the entire pot and sits down across from me at the table. She has been sick with a little case of the flu. She dips her hand in the water and plucks out an egg. Water splashes over the rim onto the kitchen table. She cracks the egg off the rim of the pot and peels away the shell. The egg stinks and she gulps down a big bite. "What are you writing"? She asks while chewing down half the egg. The other half still in her hand. I can't help but laugh and brush off the question "nothing really". "Oh crap"! She dropped the other half of the egg back in the pot. "You're making a mess, watch out, my computer". What a site. Her auburn hair a fire in a morning mess. She has on her bathrobe tied loosely around her waist. She was in an adorable disarray. Under her robe she's only wearing a white tank top and underwear. She goes on chewing the rest of the egg. "Are you writing down your feelings"? Ignoring her I kept my head down and continued writing. Knowing she was being ignored she begins a a long rant, a tirade, talking about the Universe and how other people just couldn't understand my writing. "People of this day and age just don't understand you, your just too complex. An outside of the box thinker. People just couldn't relate to you. That is their problem". She was really funny this morning. I looked at her for a moment as she opened the second hard boiled egg and she talked along. It was almost noon. My Breakfast was finished a long time ago. I had been up and working on this story since 8:30AM. I figured I would have a beer and write for another hour or so. Later on, at 3 o'clock I had to catch a Bus to Toronto to meet with a motion-picture group. They had sent me an invite to meet with them and also a $2,500 cheque. That was an up front payment. They want to turn my first book into a movie. I was looking forward to the meeting. I got up and reached for the fridge and grabbed a beer and sat back down. "Your having a beer at this time"? She asked. I poured the beer into a glass. I reasoned "It's 12 o'clock". "I know, but you have to go to Toronto" She shook her finger at me. She had a point. I looked at her again, and pleaded "I know, but its just a beer".