I had a dream last night. That’s not all together uncommon. Human beings have dreams. What is uncommon, at least for me, is that my dream last night should be so vivid in my memory this morning. I’m not one to remember my dreams, which is pretty great for my friends, because they never have to tolerate boring stories about my dreams.
So, please understand that it’s rare for me to write about my dreams. In fact, it’s only the 26th dream that I’ve ever remembered in my life, and it’s the first I’ve ever bothered to share with anyone else. That’s partly why I ask that you indulge me here with reading about my 26th dream.
Anyway, in my dream, I was laying in bed with my bedroom set like it normally is except for a large mound of rope on the floor. It was the type of rope I would imagine to be common in shipping yards or the type used to tie up a mythical giant: big, a dirty yellowish colour with some oil stains soaked into the braided fabric.
It coiled from the mound, and led out my bedroom door. I can’t explain the reason behind the motivation in my dream, but I felt compelled to follow this rope, to see where it originated or concluded, for I did not know which end of the rope was in the mound on my bedroom floor.
I left my room, and followed the rope out of my house, down the street, then down another street. Everything in my neighbourhood was normal, except for the giant rope that laid dormant on the ground and seemed to go on forever. Other people walked by the rope, but they didn’t seem to notice it. They carried about their business, walking their dogs, shopping for groceries, parking their cars, without giving much thought at all to the giant rope.
But I followed the rope. And I kept following the rope. It led me out of my city, out of my province, out of my country. It led me to places I had never been before, but I couldn’t experience anything that was happening around me because finding the other end of the rope was the only thing for which I was capable of thinking.
And the longer I followed the rope, the more my motivation turned obsessive. In my dream, an incomprehensible amount of time passed by, and I still searched for the other end of the rope. At the beginning of my sojourn, I had an idea of my surroundings, but as I continued following the rope, I lost track of where I was. Everywhere was the same to me. India was China, the Arctic was the Pacific Ocean. There was no difference in land, custom or culture. There was only the rope.
As I followed the rope, I aged considerably. But such things that would normally be of concern to a human were of no importance to me. However, I did feel myself eventually growing weaker in my pursuit. I had slowed down in my search. At this point, my resolve to find the other end of the rope continued to grow but my strength to actually fulfill my compulsion was inversely proportional.
Eventually, the power I used to fuel the other parts of my body began to shut down so that I could focus only on the rope. When I lost my sight, I clutched onto the rope and continued to follow it. When I lost my hearing, I clutched the rope tighter and continued. When I lost my ability to use my legs, I pulled my useless body along the rope, one sinewy reach at a time.
As I neared death, my grip on the rope began to fade. At this moment, I felt no concern for mortality or what awaited me in the afterlife. I only felt anguish at not being able to find the other end of the rope.
And then it happened. I reached the other end of the rope. And though I could not see or hear, and my calloused and rope burned hands could not feel anything, the purpose of the rope was somehow communicated to me in a way that would only make sense in a dream.
This was the amount of rope afforded Adam Lind by the Toronto Blue Jays organization to not only bat fourth in the lineup, but also be on the team as something more than a bat to be used off the bench against right handed pitching.
Adam Lind went 0 for 4 last night with three strike outs, batting from the clean up spot.