Another Dream -- For the Love of Elvis

In this dream I was working security on a cruise ship, a cruise ship that apparently had the ability to become a submarine according to the captain. We had a special guest on board -- Elvis Presley. This was the older Elvis, the one wearing the white outfit and had the sideburns. One of the members of his entourage was a mousy looking young lady who followed him around to keep him out of trouble.

I recall Elvis walking down a hall with several chickies on his arm. They were walking quickly and turned to go down the steps. Right on his heels, but still a few steps behind him was this mousy assistant. Knowing that she might not catch up in time to see where he goes, I followed him down the steps to the next deck to see which way he went. When the assistant caught up, I pointed to a room on the deck which was an exterior room, the deck facing the ocean.

The young lady was dressed in something you'd have seen in "Titanic," a burgundy dress with a large bustle, jacket and hat, and she was carrying a muff. She had large glasses, brunette hair in a bun, and a wide innocent smile. She took a seat on a lounge chair next to the railing and positioned herself so she had an unobstructed view of the room Elvis entered.

She looked at me, knowing she had a long night ahead sitting there in the cold evening air, and said, "I know it seems silly.... but you have to understand, I love him."

... and then I woke up.

Last Night's Game and Afterward

I had a pretty good game last night. Four times at bat, three hits and one walk and two hits went to the outfield and were not caught. This may sound rather simplified, but most of my outfield hits don't get me on base. I scored one run. My catching game was off last night though. I could stop anything the pitcher was throwing, which was odd as I usually don't have trouble with this particular pitcher. The good part is that all that up and down squatting did wonders for my glutes, which are sore this morning.

After the game (okay, during the game too), I had a beer that kept being refilled by my teammates after the win. I was buzzing pretty well, so I watched the next game or so to let it wear off. It made for a last night and I was a bit tired.

There was a bit of unintentional drama last night though. The fire department and an ambulance showed up during the second game. While most of us wondered why they showed, some were checking out the EMT's. My comment was, "if they're here to put out the flames, they'll need more trucks!"

The reason they showed up was a player on the opposing field who had a stint put in last week and was playing this week. They took him off and the game resumed, but we were all wondering why this guy was playing in that sort of condition. I believe someone said that he was going to be fine. I was happy it wasn't Barry, the cute daddy bear on the other team, as I enjoy watching him play.

These late nights make for a rough morning though... *groan*...