I dreamed I was taking batting practice. Didn’t get many details of what team I was on, but there must have been a team. You can’t very well take batting practice on your own. Somebody has to pitch, and you have to have gear and a field to hit in. Had all of that in my dream. And a coach. Had a coach, too. He shows up late in this dream.
Anyhow, I am swinging away, pitch after pitch, all of it seeming pretty routine; things going pretty much the way they might have always gone if this dream was real life and I had had a history with this team and a reputation for being a slap hitter – a singles hitter. Because that’s what I was doing in this dream – swinging with all my might and hitting ground balls to the left side and every now and then a liner that might have been caught by an infielder in a real game, depending on where they were playing.
All of that pretty pedestrian and surprising to no one.
And then out of nowhere I made contact with a pitch and sent a fly ball into the air into left field. It was a strange situation, because this swing was effortless; I didn’t even feel the contact. It was almost as if I had swung and missed. And I looked out into left field at the ball and when it started arching down I saw it bounce high beyond the fences and then into the river, far away. When it sunk in to me what I had done I was surprised for a moment. But then I felt very calm and I had the feeling that I had learned all that I needed to know.
The coach did not look surprised. I can’t recall his exact words to me, but it was something like “now you finally know what you can do. . .”