My dreams can be weird and unnerving.
When I wake, I remember most of the visions that have floated through my dream.
Sometimes they are light and fun and other times, dark and confusing.
April 28, 2023
In a quick nod-off dream this afternoon, I saw an older shaggy white-haired Robert De Niro clad in a Hawaiian shirt sitting in a dugout. His eyes peering above his pince-nez reader glasses looks across the dugout at a young man in a White Sox uniform. The young man who is facing De Niro stands barefoot with both of his feet in a box of 29 Cuban cigars.
De Niro leans forward and speaks quietly but firmly to the young man and says,
“That’s not how you treat something of great quality.
You are adding your stink to something that everyone should enjoy.”
Then the micro-dream ends as my head leans forward to the keyboard and I wake.
The subconscious runs on its own rail track of dreams and occasionally gives us a hint of the landscape that we are passing by. Maybe we get a glimmer of where we are going from our look outside the window at the fast-blurring images. But often we wake from our dreams before the train slows down and reaches its final stop to show us where we were going all along.
So, what can I take from this dream that ended before my train reached the station.
I believe that the be-spectacled De Niro represents the grand old game of baseball with all of its greatness, wisdom and history. This personification of the dream sits in judgement of those teams that don’t equip their teams with the players and guidance to build a competitive team.
Possibly, due to the 14 - 5 shellacking that the White Sox took from the Rays the night before my dream.
My waking self would have chosen the Oakland A’s instead of the White Sox for the subject of De Niro’s ire. But maybe Robert saw something that I did not.
The Chicago White Sox have been experiencing some of its lowest attendance earlier this week.
Some of that may have come from the cold weather, perhaps due to school still being in session or maybe, just maybe it is because the fans expect More.
More than a .259 winning percentage and less than a 9 game losing streak in the first 27 games of the season. With 135 games still to be played this season there is plenty of time for More.
What does that future of “More” look like for White Sox fans?
I leave that question to people who live more closely to the pulse of the White Sox. People like Nick Murawski of LockedOnSox who are passionate about the team and the game.
So I send my subconscious apologies to Nick and the #WhiteSox fans and hope that you see a brighter future in those 135 games to come.
Sweet dreams Sox fans.
Gratitude to all, Mark
