Time to Wake up
The other night, I was having my usual buffett of strange and weird dreams. The last one was of this kid who I’ve coached in football and baseball. In my dream, he was complaining about not being able to go out for baseball. He followed me around, unceasingly sure that not playing baseball was going to ruin his life. No matter where I was, he was there expressing his sorrow. Then, at one point, he stops and starts staring at me. After a while, he says, “5…4…3…2…1…1…1…1…1” and then I woke up to me alarm which was buzzing at the same tempo as the kid was counting down.