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| "be the ball? i can't even see the ball." |
some people have anxiety dreams about walking around naked, or showing up to class and it's finals day and they haven't studied, or being chased but unable to run away.
those sound familiar, right?
i have stress dreams about playing golf at pebble beach.
i know, boo hoo.
the theme is always the same. somehow i'm at one of the hallowed cathedrals of golf (a game i used to play with some enthusiasm), and i'm completely unable to hit the ball because i haven't touched a club in years. most often it's late in the day and we're trying to hurry around the course before dark. of course there are groups behind us, also wanting to finish, completely exasperated by my incompetence.
it's awful.
i wake up tired and stressed, wondering what the hell that was about.
but i suppose it's better than being chased by monsters.
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