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fluridcubeOne thing to remember is that I'm still partially conscious much of the time while I nap, so I guess the dream could be better classified as a hallucination more than anything. Either way, the entire dream was accompanied by 60's and 70's rock , as that is what was playing on my computer for much of this dream. I had only been dozing for around an hour when this dream manifested.
I appeared to be laying on a bench in a dugout to an indoor baseball field. The entire field appeared to be enclosed in a shopping mall, and it's appearance reflected it, much of the field was a shiny white tile, with a darker color tile for the bases and outfield. The fences that separated the field from the dugout had hanging plants covering them all the way up. Being unable to move as I lay on the bench a flock of doves, one by one, landed on my back and shoulders (for I was laying on my front) and began to sleep. The weight and heat of their small bodies was pleasant, comforting my tense muscles. My father, in a baseball uniform, came around and noted that there were some doves laying on me, and that it reminded him of an episode of a television show. This evoked images in my dream head Kramer from Seinfeld walking down the streets of New York, stiff limbed in an attempt not to disturb some doves that were resting on his arms and shoulders. I attempted to chuckle a bit but was unable to, being paralyzed. Soon though, my thoughts turned towards the baseball game, and the fact that I would need to move in order to take my turn at bat. I gathered all of my energy and, at the objections of my father (he seemed worried about the consequences of a flock of scared birds flying over his head) I stood. The birds that were perched on my limbs took to flight immediately as I stood, but those on my back continued to cling, asleep. It took a hard shaking of my torso to awaken them, and the fluttered away as doves are known to do. I woke up as I watched them fly into the upper levels of the mall.
I appeared to be laying on a bench in a dugout to an indoor baseball field. The entire field appeared to be enclosed in a shopping mall, and it's appearance reflected it, much of the field was a shiny white tile, with a darker color tile for the bases and outfield. The fences that separated the field from the dugout had hanging plants covering them all the way up. Being unable to move as I lay on the bench a flock of doves, one by one, landed on my back and shoulders (for I was laying on my front) and began to sleep. The weight and heat of their small bodies was pleasant, comforting my tense muscles. My father, in a baseball uniform, came around and noted that there were some doves laying on me, and that it reminded him of an episode of a television show. This evoked images in my dream head Kramer from Seinfeld walking down the streets of New York, stiff limbed in an attempt not to disturb some doves that were resting on his arms and shoulders. I attempted to chuckle a bit but was unable to, being paralyzed. Soon though, my thoughts turned towards the baseball game, and the fact that I would need to move in order to take my turn at bat. I gathered all of my energy and, at the objections of my father (he seemed worried about the consequences of a flock of scared birds flying over his head) I stood. The birds that were perched on my limbs took to flight immediately as I stood, but those on my back continued to cling, asleep. It took a hard shaking of my torso to awaken them, and the fluttered away as doves are known to do. I woke up as I watched them fly into the upper levels of the mall.
