You know about nightmares. Mine have always centered around being unprepared in some way, or not competing at a level I know that I can. I still have dreams where I show up to class not knowing what is due, not ready for a test, like I have missed class for weeks. I was a good student, so this wasn't a concious fear. I did, though, miss a lot of class in high school and college to play golf, so I can see where these come from. Weird, still.
Now that school isn't on my mind, my bad dreams are mostly focused around golf. Sometimes I'm running late for a tee time, and nothing I do will get me to the course. Sometimes I miss a cut (when I know I just made it the preceding day...last week I had this one). Other times I can't get back to my hole after a rain delay, or nobody tells me to go back out.
There is one dream that comes more often than others, and it is quite odd (although my dad admits to having this one too). I'm on the tee, last to hit, and there is something making it hard to swing. Could be a sign, bushes, ropes behind me. I can't make a full swing. Sometimes we're teeing off from some sort of room through a tiny window. Impossible shot. Each time I have this dream, the guys teeing off before me stripe it right down the middle, with no difficulty whatsoever. I'm left floundering for what seems like hours trying to find a way to get it in play. I never hit the shot. Eventually I'll wake up, but it is the most frustrating thing. Where does this one come from? My other bad dreams are somewhat grounded in reality, but this one? Bizarre.
I was thinking about this because last week in the pro-am I had to take down some ropes behind the tee. They put the tees a little further back in practice rounds/pro-ams to save the tee for the tournament. They really weren't all that close, but with my crazy dreams I made sure I was safe. The brain is pretty wild at times.
Don't worry about me, I have good dreams, too. I've won quite a lot of money in my head at night. I've played some amazing/surreal courses that I can't quite remember the next morning. The good dreams just don't seem as out of place.
Anyways, I'm off to bed. I think I'll go to a good place tonight.
Luke Swilor