I like my
dream better......
Last night I had a dream. I dreamt I was as light as the ether- a floating spirit visiting things to come. The shades and shadows of the people in my life rassled their way their way into my slumber. I dreamed that Pacman and Michael Vick had decided to return to prison. Probably that's just as well. I don't mean to sound superior, and they're a swell couple of guys, but maybe they weren't ready yet to come out into the world. And then I dreamed on, into the future, to a Christmas morn in Reliant Stadium where Steve Slaton was running for 100+ yards and 2 Td's. I saw Vince Young a few years later, still having no luck getting the cops to listen to his wild tales about being a HOF QB. Maybe he threw in one Aggie joke too many. I don't know. And still I dreamed on, further into the future than I had ever dreamed before, watching Mario's progress from afar, taking pride in his accomplishments as if he were our own. Wondering if he ever thought of us and hoping that maybe we'd broadened his horizons a little even if he couldn't remember just how they got broadened. But still I hadn't dreamt nothing about the Super Bowl until the end. And this was cloudier cause it was years, years away. But I saw an old couple being visited by their children, and all their grandchildren too. The old couple weren't screwed up. And neither were their kids or their grandkids. And I don't know. You tell me. This whole dream, was it wishful thinking? Was I just fleeing reality like I know I'm liable to do? Reeves and Amobi, they can be good too. And it seemed real. It seemed like us and it seemed like, well, our stadium. If not Houston, then a land not too far away. Where all players are strong and wise and capable and all fans are happy and beloved. I don't know.
Bonus question: What movie did I get this from?
