Just before I woke up this morning, I dreamt I was running running down the field.
I was ready to catch the football. It was coming in over my shoulder, floating down. My hands were stretched out in front, and I was running just the right speed so that the football and I would connect.
It was just about to happen.
Then I woke up. And it was the sweetest feeling, to awaken to the sense that I was just about there.
(Of course, this is a hilarious dream for me. Football?? Are you kidding me? Definitely not my sport, on so many levels. But still, it was a sweet, sweet dream.)
Reminds me of this passage from Ricochet River by Robin Cody, one of my all-time favorite Oregon authors:
"I made up this drill called 'Impossible Catches,'" says Wade, the narrator. "I sent [Jesse] out on patterns and then fired the football at his ankles. Or behind him, or just out of reach. Outrageous contortions and near catastrophes were worth points in Impossible Catches...
"One evening we took our act up to the school grounds, where we would have more room to practice bombs. The deep stuff. His stride was so deceptive I had to try to overthrow him. He always seemed to get to the ball. Jesse angled out for one of my passes, nearing the limit of my range, and I cut loose with a good spiral. As the ball dropped toward him, it was slightly underthrown. Jesse looked up late--as you must in Impossible Catches. Without breaking stride, he put his arms behind his back. The football settled softly to rest, like an egg in the nest of Jesse's open hands, behind his back" (90).
PS - Interested in what your dreams might mean? The Dream Dictionary is a fun website with thousands of dream symbols and their meanings. Of course, ultimately the dream's meaning--if any--is up to you to ponder and decide.