I’m in a frenzy! I’m running late and the chances are 50/50 that I make my tee-time. I’ve got a 35 minute drive to the course I’m playing this morning and I can’t afford any delays! I overslept. I didn’t have breakfast. I’m not wearing pants. I don’t have time to stop for a coffee. I can’t….wait, what? Holy crap!! I’m not wearing pants!! How the hell do I leave the house without pants on?!

OK, no time to question that right now. If I push down a little harder on the gas, I’ll have a second to stop by my mother’s house which is right around the corner from the course. Surely, for some unexplainable reason, she’ll have a pair of pants for me to use. But to my disappointment, I find that all of my pants are dirty and wrinkled. I don’t stop to try and understand why my dirty pants are here in the first place considering I no longer live here and my old bedroom has been turned into an office. But now, thinking about it further, not only do I no longer live here…neither does my mother. However, we’re here now and that’s all that matters.

So pants-less, I dig through drawers and closets in an effort to find something to wear over my boxers. My mother is no help. She just can’t understand why I’m so frantic! Funny thing is she doesn’t even question the whole no-pants thing. It’s almost like it’s happened before.

And then, right in the middle of a red-faced, half-naked rage….I woke up. What was all that about? As far as I know, I’ve never left the house without pants. Well, not that I know of anyway. I was known to sleep-walk as a child so anything could have happened back then.

But as ridiculous as this dream was, it wasn’t THAT ridiculous. Some parts of this dream correlate well with reality. For instance, in the dream, the course I was headed to was the actual course I was playing the next morning. Also, I’m always running late. Ask anyone. And in a very strange coincidence, I did oversleep the following morning. I didn’t have time to eat breakfast. And I didn’t have time to stop for a coffee. But I did have time, and remembered, to put on pants.

Although I’ve been playing for twelve years, this is the first time I remember dreaming of anything golf related. It was a fun dream, and a few parts of it actually went on to happen!

Now surely I’m not the only one so enamored with this game that I’m dreaming about it, right? Got a good golf dream? Share it with us!

Me, I’m going to try really hard next weekend to dream of breaking 90! Wish me luck!