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Non-dream Dream

I recalled 2 sports dreams today.

Dream 1:

I am competing against two of my old high school friends in rollerblading. We eventually join forces somehow and dominate the field.

Dream 2:

I am in a baseball game playing shortstop. We are about to take the field and I can't find my glove (either forgot it or lost it - common occurrence). I finally make it out to my position with my glove. The first play is a sinking line drive by my right foot and I make an error on the play. The next two plays are flyouts to right field. Then a sharp grounder is hit to me and takes a crazy hop at the end. Nobody in real life could have made the play but I manage to grab the ball bare handed and throw it to second for the force out. The second baseman drops the ball but recovers just in time for the out.

Now it is time to bat. I can't find the right wooden bat and it is taking forever to step up to the plate. I start losing the dream here and I wake up before getting to bat.

This is a common occurrence in my baseball dreams - I rarely get to bat.

Date: 31/08/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 4/10

-I was in some kind of generic area, and I was the apprentice of Durzo Blint, legendary assassin from the 'Night Angel' trilogy. A female character (possibly another character from the books) attacked me, and I had to defend myself. At first it seemed hopeless, as she was a tough fighter, but then I remembered/realised that I was Durzo's apprentice and therefore extremely well-trained. I fought back better then, however still suffered some deep cuts in my hands. Someone else intervened and decapitated the aggressing female.
It was cool to be fighting in a dream, and I noticed that I felt no pain, more of a shock when my hands were cut.
-I'm in the wings of a hall, where a presentation is underway. With me was a man who seemed to be a school principal/general authority figure, and he was using his finger to scrape a greasy resin off of a radiator and sniffing it desperately, like an alcoholic scouring the dregs of his long-gone drink.
I don't know what to make of this fragment, quite bizarre, really.
-I'm at a school similar to a school where I go to take certain classes. I'm either with, or am watching some people, as they greet another boy whom I recognise as some kind of acquaintance, e.g. from my soccer team or something along those lines. He is tallish, pale, with white blond curly hair. His name was mentioned but I can't remember it.
Nothing too interesting here, although worth mentioning in that I had previously seen someone similar to that description in real life, walking down the street.
-I'm on a baseball pitch, on the fielding team. The people playing are mostly random, but some I recognised from my soccer team, including the coach's assistant, who was a coach in the dream. Not knowing much about how to field in baseball, I take whatever position seems empty - to the right of the shortstop. However, my team-mates tell me to go and stand in left outfield, near 3rd base and I do so. A fairly average game of baseball ensues, except that the ball is a large, unwieldy, misshapen hunk of leather.
Baseball, fuelled by the lack of baseball know-how only an Australian could have...
-I'm lucid, however my surroundings are very unclear and are comprised of dark, multi-coloured, fuzzy shapes. I attempt to clear up the dream, saying things along the lines of 'Clearer!', and it works slightly, increasing the 'resolution' of the shapes so that they are well-defined, but the surroundings remain just as nonsensical. In my frustration, the dream dissolves.
This one annoyed me, but interestingly enough, it was a well-performed WILD, which I'd never done before. Just lying there and descending into the dream while maintaining my awareness. If anything, this gives me hope for repeated instances.