For the past ten days or so I've been visited regularly by Astros dreams. This never used to happen. I don't know why now all of a sudden unless it's just that my subconscious has exhausted its usual fare (into which I'll not delve). We're in a big transition at the moment: our house for the past five years (the first we've owned) will close tomorrow, and we've temporarily moved into my wife's parents' basement while our new house completes construction. So suddenly we're in a room the size of a Manhattan studio with two cats that aren't used to it. I watched last night's harrowing ninth on my desktop with tinny sound bleeting from the Mac-Mini, the wi-fi stuttering in and out like to twist a knife in your skull, folding laundry I could put away without moving. Anyway.
The Astros were in the playoffs, and in the middle of the game it became, literally, a shooting war. Castro led a flanking maneuver and brutally put down the opponent (Mariners, I think) with a relentless enfilade.
Another time, the baseball game became a football game in the late innings when the opponent threw a Hail Mary. In this dream, I'm not kidding, Coach offered to teach me how to "tackle the knees."
In another one, Ashby was making a comeback as a catcher on the current squad. (Addition by subtraction? Subtraction by addition? You be the judge.)
Anyway, just thought I'd share. I figured if anyone else was having, or had had, Astros dreams, it was probably someone on OWA.
