Maybe I was alone in the dream because I'd walk the two miles to the game by myself before children became prisoners.
Because I don't really know what cricket looks like, the game consisted of people just running around.
There was a big tent on the field. Because we now know that football kills and maims at every level it is played, maybe that is why I dreamed of cricket and not football. Maybe the tent was like a tent in MASH for injured football players.
At Brown there is a large grandstand on the Brown side and a smaller set of bleachers for visiting fans. You see that in the picture above.
In the dream, I was sitting in the visiting side just like sitting on the opposition benches in a parliamentary government. In time, the opposition will govern.
Right as I sat down, somebody called my name. I was not by myself as I had thought.
Not that there is anything wrong with being by yourself. The ability and willingness to do things by yourself is a sign of emotional well-being and self-confidence.
The person who called my name was my nephew who is a classical guitar grad student at Indiana U. I went over to the nephew and we had a hug and that is where the dream ended.
It was a good dream. Life is fun and good.
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