naked football.

As of late, my dream life has been rich, but only scraggly pieces of the dreams--a thread here, a silky corner there--have made it past the curtain of my sub- and into my conscious.

But this last snippet is pretty good:

I dreamed I was at a football game between my high school and another. Our team was as I remembered them: largely little (either short or skinny, sometimes both) and Japanese, and the same age, personality, and physique they were back in high school. I, however, was my age, personality, and physique now. I'm not sure why I was at the game, but there I was, and unlike high school it had nothing to do with being a colorguard for the marching band. (No sequins were involved, thank god.) What was funny was that being me now looking at them then, it was not much to look at. Back in high school, there was a player or two I would have thrown myself at--had I had the courage. But the Now Me was actually following the game and couldn't have been less interested in the players. This all despite the fact that the players were wearing the shoulder pads and jerseys and helmets . . . but no bottoms (!) . . . while they played.

Dream analysis: At least this time I wasn't the naked one. I've had enough dreams where I can't get dressed so I'll be thankful for the small favors and leave it at that. But you aspiring dream analysts out there can feel free to leave commentary . . . I always find it interesting.