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The precise moment where the Braves fulfilled their destiny

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Top 4th, runners on second and third, nobody out.  The Braves had just taken a 3-2 lead on the Dodgers on a single by third baseman Austin Riley, and were in a prime position to bust the game open and put the Dodgers into a precarious hole.  Instead, in only a way that the bumbling Braves are capable of doing, they turn a scenario that has a high probability to score some runs into one where they commit three outs in mere minutes in a game where every single one of the first four innings felt like Star Wars trilogies in themselves, they took that long.

After Austin Riley got tagged out for the second out of a bang-bang botched run down, and then the Braves completed the colossal fuck up by harmlessly grounding out to end the inning, this is where I knew that the game was effectively over.  I’ve watched enough baseball in my life to recognize that when you give away opportunities to score runs that don’t cross the plate, Murphy’s Law dictates that the opposition will definitively, cash them in instead.  What probably should have been a 5-2 or a 4-2 score to end the 4th inning instead remained at a paltry one-run 3-2 score, which the Dodgers would easily grind away and overcome, while the Braves literally went three-and-out in every single inning except one throughout the remainder of the game.

The fuckup on the basepaths undoubtedly sucked all the wind out of the sails of the Braves, ruined all of their swagger and confidence, and most importantly, planted the undefeatable seeds of impending defeat into their minuscule brains.  The remainder of the game after that tragic sequence was all but a formality, and a contest of when, the Dodgers would eventually take the lead.

Frankly, the only reason why I watched the entire game was that I was hoping that the Dodgers would go to Kenley Jansen to close the game since he’s been pretty awful throughout the season and he would be the best chance for the Braves to maybe make some late-inning heroics as they’ve done numerous times throughout the year, but it turned out that the Dodgers didn’t trust Jansen in this critical game, and instead rode the hot hand of Julio Urias instead to close out the game himself.

Naturally, I’m sure anyone of my zero readers can see through the façade I put forth of being the world’s worst baseball fan when it comes to the Braves, and I spare a lot of words and drivel bemoaning them and deriding them, as if I had the mutant power to tempt fate to prove me wrong with writing, but in reality, there’s nothing more I would’ve wanted than to see the Braves actually not fuck up for a change, defeat the Dodgers and actually go to the World Series against the Tampa Bay Rays of all teams.

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Weird ass dreams

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Seldom do I remember my dreams, but when I do and they’re particularly weird or strange, I like to write them down so that I can try and process what I think my mind is going through, or just to remember them so I can think about later, or in cases like this, so that I can have something to write about when I feel like there’s nothing to write about.

In this particular dream, Earth has been invaded by aliens that remain faceless throughout the duration of my dream.  They do not seem to necessarily be hostile, but based on their request of humanity, there is an underlying threat of world domination that seems to be present throughout it.  I think at one point in the dream, I compare them to the Borg from Star Trek, and that the key to defeating them might be domesticated animals like dogs, because they seem to have a lock down on dominating humanity, but not necessarily animals.

Anyway, the aliens basically request that humanity submit to them, and that humans can voluntarily submit themselves to a remaining lifetime of captivity where they will live out their lives in what’s basically hotel rooms or really small apartments.  However, they will basically get anything they want or need, so it doesn’t really sound like that bad of a deal, except for the fact that we’re all voluntarily giving ourselves away to live in a degree of captivity.

Mythical gf and I, among many other people in the world decide to take the deal, because there’s an underlying sense of humanity going all biblical on each other once the aliens likely become more hostile and violent to resistance of their existence, and the notion of safety and security in spite of confinement seems like the more logical choice than to live in a world that has a high chance of going dystopian.

We show up to one of the areas where humans basically check themselves in, and naturally there’s that perpetual second-guessing of wondering if we’re doing the right thing, and how we’re basically giving up our lives and all of our earthly possessions and that there’s not really any turning back once we give ourselves up.

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End of the world dreams are scary

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Driving down the highway, it started with what appeared to be a bad storm.  Clouds darkened, and wind picked up.  But from the safety of inside a car, we soldered down the road to our destination.  Slightly above the car hovered a drone with a camera on it, but in the blink of an eye, a powerful gust of wind upended the device, sending it to its untimely demise.

“Oh shit,” I exclaimed upon seeing it get blown away and inevitably wrecked, because drones are expensive and cameras are expensive and a camera-mounted drone was probably very expensive and costly to replace.  Casualties of Mother Nature, and probably not the best idea to have been out in this.

Debris in the road, like giant pieces of sheet metal suddenly littered the road, and suddenly driving became a game of Frogger, trying to dodge shit strewn about the pavement, but nothing that couldn’t be avoided with moderately decent reflexes and good handling capabilities.

But then came the abandoned cars, plugging traffic to a standstill.  Then there wrecked cars that had caused cars to stop and become abandoned in the first place.  And beyond the wrecked cars was the actual wreckage of, everything.  The roads collapsed, smoke and fire the only thing visible beyond the initial line of sight.  We get out of the car to gawk and marvel over the unreal visual of a wasteland that was once our home.

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Mega Uber dream

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Recently, I had a dream in which I woke up feeling very aggravated.

I dreamt that I was riding a Megabus somewhere, and that somewhere along the line, while in Georgia, I got left off the bus and stranded behind, due to someone’s negligence.

For whatever reason, Megabus was operating in the same manner in which Uber operated, which is to say mostly via their app.  And while on the bus, when the employee was checking everyone’s phones to check their apps for confirmation of seat, somewhere along the line, the employee got ahold of my phone, and in some sort of scramble of people getting on and off the bus, I got pushed off the bus, and the bus took off without me.

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That was a meta dream

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In a few hours, I’m doing the Spartan Race again.  I’m giddy with anticipation and nerves a little bit.

I’m also well-rested, since I just slept for like nine hours, which isn’t something that occurs often, unless it’s the 3 a.m. til whenever variety.  I went to bed at like 10 p.m. on a Friday night which is kind of unheard of for me, but it’s not like Friday nights are of the teenage dream variety, where parties and socialite events are mandatory.

But anyway, man did I just have a surreal dream.  That in spite of all the rest I granted myself, that I still managed to oversleep.  Just enough to where I didn’t miss my run, but was precariously close to possibly not being allowed to run it.

And man, was I furious.  Screaming in the car over and over again, with my poor dog riding shotgun, trying his best to no-sell it, but I knew it was agitating him.  I knew this, but I was still so angry that I was screaming my lungs out.  Screaming at everyone that I thought was an inadvertent contributor to my oversleeping, and naturally myself for being the fucktard that let it all happen.  All while I was getting red light after red light, trying to make it to the race site, while I was totally illegally checking my phone while driving, so I could see emails and try and punch in map directions.

Then I woke up.  It wasn’t quite the wake up in cold sweats, sitting up like the Undertaker kind of wake up snap, but it was pretty close.  I checked the clock, and it was just 6 a.m.; about 45 minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off.

I didn’t think twice about it – I got out of bed.  And I had time to write this, because I thought it was kind of surreal, kind of funny, but definitely brog-worthy.

The nerves are good.  It means I’m really excited.  Going to own this run.  Domination is the only option.

I wonder if I should be concerned

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Over the span of the last two weeks, I’ve been having a stream of unpleasant dreams.  This is somewhat notable for me, because I typically do not remember my dreams all too well to begin with, and I usually will have forgotten them by the time I’m brushing my teeth in the morning.  However the last two weeks, I’ve been having some particularly unpleasant ones that I wish were forgotten upon awakening, but I remembered them regardless of snoozing and returning to sleep, or getting up and hoping they’d go away instantaneously.

The details are all blurs and blobs of unsavory occurrences that I can’t really explain even if I really tried, but the two things that stood out the most were that in two instances in these dreams, a person was shot.  I’m going to refrain who specifically they were, because I don’t wish such an omen on even people I don’t really like much less those that actually matter to me, but the fact of the matter is that in two separate dreams over the last two weeks, there was a gunshot victim.

Inquiring with friends resulted in the fairly consensus opinion that dreams exist to work out emotions and thoughts throughout the days, and in some cases, dreams sometimes manifest from anxieties or stresses from a day-to-day basis.  The thing is that I don’t necessarily think life is at all that bad right now; I’m not really stressed, but I’m also not without at least one niggling anxiety in the back of my mind; which what it is, seems to be a far cry from people getting shot.  Things aren’t perfect, things could be better in some regards, but I don’t have that many genuine complaints to be causing such anxiety to where I’m having terrible dreams, I think.

A part of me wants to believe that this string of bad dreams is somewhat of a sign that something unpleasant might be on the horizon; maybe, hopefully, nobody I know getting shot, but in the past, whenever I’ve had really, gut-sinking bad feelings, there have been some pretty pain-in-the-ass instances like fender benders or getting a speeding ticket.  Given the fact that I was capable of making it into work on Friday, there are still areas near my house that are oft-shaded and therefore the last places to de-ice, so I suppose I should really be on the lookout for black guys ice when I’m in my car while it’s still chilly.

What really sucks about it all though is that whenever I’m having these unpleasant dreams, no matter if I sleep six hours or ten, I don’t feel at all rested when I wake up, and the stress my brain puts me through over the nighttime hours puts me on edge during the day when I’m awake and operating, and it has been pointed out to me that it has apparently been affecting my mood, and not necessarily in the most pleasant of ways.

Additionally, I don’t easily tire at night, no matter how late it gets.  Caffeine really isn’t an issue, because all I consume is 12 ounces of Starbucks between 8-10 a.m. on weekdays, and hardly any afterward, and no sodas these days.  Needless to say, deciding to go to sleep is somewhat forced out of necessity, especially on work nights, and given the string of unpleasant dreams I’ve been having lately, the thought of going to sleep just isn’t that appealing.

MARTA really is the stuff of nightmares

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Typically, I don’t remember my dreams.  They’ve usually dissipated from my mind by the time I’m at the stage of my morning routine where I’m brushing my teeth, and I’m able to go on with my day as if they never happened.  So suffice to say, it’s somewhat notable (read: something to write about on a slow day) when I actually do manage to remember any of them.

Ironically, given my propensity to take shots at Atlanta’s public transit system, MARTA, it’s kind of fitting that for whatever horrendous reason it may be in my unconscious, I’ve had some recent negatively-connoted dreams where MARTA references were present.  In a way, it’s kind of funny, but at the same time I’d rather frankly not have MARTA on the mind when I’m sleeping; I’d rather be dreaming of like Taylor Swift or Karlie Kloss (or both).

But for the sake of the possibility of entertaining, and since I don’t often remember my dreams too often anyway, I figured I’d write about them.  Thinking back to them, they are kind of funny in sadistic or ironic ways.

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