…no, not that kind. I haven’t had those since I was maybe seven and realized I was never going to be an elite gymnast (yes, it was that obvious even then). I mean LITERAL dreams. Three, at this point, which means…enough for a LIST:
- Several weeks ago I had a dream that Simone Biles was up on vault–it was hazy as to whether this was team or all-around finals–and that when she ran down the vaulting runway her steps were off and she ran past the springboard. Now–you are allowed to do that, as long as you run PAST the board. You can start over. But the second time, she ran onto the springboard, which would mean she got a zero.
- About a week ago, I had another Simone vault dream. This time it was qualifications and she did her Amanar as usual, with just a step on the landing, but then she tripped on that step and stumbled farther forward, and farther, eventually falling all of the way off the podium. When I woke up I was waiting to see if she had missed making the all-around final because of this mistake, although it seemed that the entire field of gymnasts had had disastrous qualification rounds, to the degree that the commentators were struggling to pronounce the names of the gymnasts in the lead because they had never heard of them.
- The other night I dreamed that on every elevated subway in NYC, though the subway cars still looked pretty normal, ran on water instead of tracks–like giant log flumes. Every time one of them pulled into a station, Michael Phelps jumped out of the train, swam to the edge of the tunnel and back, and then the train pulled away.
