I was at a college baseball game (Razorbacks, I go all the time) and coach Van Horn looked up and said, "Hey Ray, get down here. We need you to pitch about 4 innings." So I said, "Sure." Got down there and through 4 innings allowing 1 hit, 0 errors, 0 walks (I've never pitched a day in my life - but according to the radio guy that I could hear amazingly, I had perfect control and one of the hottest fastballs in history).
So after the game I head home, where there is a party for my success as a pitcher (and I'm not really at my house, but in my dream it is a home I own). I look out the in the back yard and notice that my leaves are being eaten by bugs because my neighbors don't take care of their yard! - that part is somewhat true. I trot out there immediately and start using some kind of organic pesticide that I made myself and all our friends are amazed at my plant botany knowledge as I educate them on the basics of gardening. I got it taken care of, picked some corn and through them on the grill. YUM!
How weird is that. When I woke up, my shoulder was a little sore and I was wondering how to make my own organic pesticides.
Anyone else have veggie dreams?? LOL