Last night I dreamed I was an international pilot, but I wasn't a very good one. My co-pilot and I slept most of the way over. An Attendant came back to the cockpit and gently reminded us that we were supposed to be in Tokyo, not Hong Kong. I tried to explain that it was just a detour. [In reality, I had forgotten to type in the new return coordinates to Tokyo after flying from Hong Kong to LA. Once we landed in Hong Kong, I somehow convinced all 400 passengers over the intercom that Hong Kong was really the destination where they wanted to be anyway, despite most of them not being able to speak the language.
Once there, I decided it would be a good idea to pick up a new profession. Fortunately, I was approached by a Chinese University Track and Field Coach. He offered me a position on the team. Despite having a program about a sophisticated as my Junior High School, I readily accepted. He told me that the only way any of us were going to be able compete was if I took the school's hot air balloon and recruited at least 3 more players from around the Hong Kong area. Floating from roof top to roof top of HK skyscrapers, I visited with parents about their son's and daughters gifts as athletes and duty to support their nation by playing for our university. Many parents were touched by my passion for the cause, especially since I was obviously a foreigner and could speak so proficiently their language.
In my successful travels, I did something sneaky. I found a tennis player that could also run track. I gave him a full-ride scholarship for the tennis team but told him that he barely made it onto the track team. Then I switched placed with him. I didn't really want to run track anyway. I was set for the next 4 years.
Back at the university, I went to the first men's practice and noticed that they were all way better than me. So, I somehow pulled off another whopper. I just started going to the women's practices. Since I had a uniform and a university locker, no one asked many questions, they were just happy to have a good player on their team. (Side note: It just so happened that Marcille Whitney was the women's coach and I knew two of the players from back in the States who competed for my affection.)
Other University Sports that I didn't qualify for:
Once there, I decided it would be a good idea to pick up a new profession. Fortunately, I was approached by a Chinese University Track and Field Coach. He offered me a position on the team. Despite having a program about a sophisticated as my Junior High School, I readily accepted. He told me that the only way any of us were going to be able compete was if I took the school's hot air balloon and recruited at least 3 more players from around the Hong Kong area. Floating from roof top to roof top of HK skyscrapers, I visited with parents about their son's and daughters gifts as athletes and duty to support their nation by playing for our university. Many parents were touched by my passion for the cause, especially since I was obviously a foreigner and could speak so proficiently their language.
In my successful travels, I did something sneaky. I found a tennis player that could also run track. I gave him a full-ride scholarship for the tennis team but told him that he barely made it onto the track team. Then I switched placed with him. I didn't really want to run track anyway. I was set for the next 4 years.
Back at the university, I went to the first men's practice and noticed that they were all way better than me. So, I somehow pulled off another whopper. I just started going to the women's practices. Since I had a uniform and a university locker, no one asked many questions, they were just happy to have a good player on their team. (Side note: It just so happened that Marcille Whitney was the women's coach and I knew two of the players from back in the States who competed for my affection.)
Other University Sports that I didn't qualify for:
Wow, what a photo! Flying planes to asia and teaching track sounds like a great dream. Honestly, how do you remember all those details?!?!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing Bryan. I have no idea how you get any rest when you sleep with all that action going on inside your head. Great photos. People do the strangest things for fun don't they. Hope you are well and sweet dreams.
ReplyDeleteIt is obvious to me that your subconscious mind is working very intensely and steadily on what would make you happiest and what you should pursue. Maybe one of these dreams will be the key to unlock the door! (I think you should get Heather on the payroll to interpret!)
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