I am in a baseball batters box, and the pitcher is an older man who looks like the late actor Jack Elam. He is wearing a old style cotton baggy baseball uniform and a red cap, which is slightly crooked. I recognize him as the great pitcher Bob Feller. I am ready for the pitch, when he pokes me with a hot dog, as he is now inexplicably only a few feet away. I ask "why the weiner?", and he sagely replies "It's not so important to play baseball as to learn about good nutrition."
Dreamed by: Jeff