Little League Dream

When I was a kid I had this recurring dream that I was out in right field, and this fly ball coems hurtling down on my head. Just before it hits, I always woke up screaming.

Puberty seared away that dream and replaced it with different dreams of a more pruient nature, usually involving Kathy Ireland. But then last night the dream came back. I'm out in right field, and the same foul ball is coming down on my head like a missile. I'm eight years old again, and my little glove is reached out over my head.....

But this time I stick around to see the ending. Instead of hitting me on the head, the ball just thumps down next to me. I guess this describes my life pretty well; I'm not catching the ball, but it's not hitting me on the head, either.

And Kathy ireland is watching me from the dugout, wearing a baseball cap and a bikini, covered in yellow blood and laughing.

I think this is the first of a series of dreams the aliens are sending me.