Dreams (or nightmares) about GCA?

[THuckaby2]

Maine sounds great to me, and not just Cape Arundel... ahhh some day....

TH

[Michael Moore]

Last night's dream -

Sweeney returns to Maine and wants to play a "real" mom and pop converted dairy farm. I take him to Fairlawn in Gray, where I keep my handicap as a member of the Fairlawn Men's Golf Association.

We both attempt to drive the 365 yard fifteenth hole. As we approach the green it appears that both balls have flown all the way and are plugged just off the green. My ball is one yard past Sweeney's. It is not clear what equipment I have used to get it there.

This dream is about the difference between really driving the green and almost driving the green. Many people will claim to have driven the green when they have in fact only hit it pin high into the rough.

This dream is also about the fact that there is usually a long drive contest on any given hole.

[Michael Moore]

Last night's dream -

There is an official GCA get-together in Boston. Unfortunately, I am too busy organizing some sort of robbery to pay much attention to the details. After investigating a few check-cashing and getaway locations, I meet up with the group for dinner on Saturday. They have been playing at some new course on their way up from New York and Philadelphia. The course is so fancy that your name and the latest rave reviews from the golfing press are printed on the scorecard.

I stay dormitory style with a number of GCA folks. They are talking about golf, but I am looking at all the clothes and suitcases on the floor, wondering if I could steal any for the job tomorrow.

The next day, before the crime, I have lunch with Tommy Paul. I ask him where the group had played the day before. He says the new Jeff Brauer course in Bristol, Connecticut. He can see that I am having some troubles and that my mind is not on golf. After lunch I go out onto the street and I am asking passers-by directions to where I am supposed to be.

This dream is about my marginal status on this board due to remoteness and inexperience, and my disappointment at having to miss the winter meeting. It is also about the extraordinary generosity of Tom Paul and his wise manner.

[TEPaul]

Michael;

I'm a nice man. For you too I will offer to pay for the first six of the necessary dozen visits to that effective although obviously quackish Dr. Katz!

[Norbert P]

Satellite Mike, I feel your pain.  Just remember, stay away from the Welsh Rarebit?

"(Winsor McCay, a cartoonist,) ... began "Dream of the Rarebit Fiend" on September 10, 1904. His most successful strip, this ran until June 25, 1911. "Dream" was a thoroughly adult strip devoted to adult nightmares and phobias - all caused by overindulging in Welsh rarebit (or cheese pie) just before bed."

(Historically, I believe the Romans originated the notion of rarebit causing nightmares.)

[Bob_Huntley]

Welsh rarebit, a regional dish? I always thought it was a virgin from Swansea.

[Michael Moore]

Last night's dream -

Tom Paul and I are playing a gorgeous old course in the foothills of Maine. New tees have recently been added to lengthen the course.

The long, tight second fairway gently rises to a crest on the horizon. I hit a long drive which just tails off at the end into the edge of the forest.

As we approach the ball, Tom Paul walks ahead of me and kicks it under a stump.

I turn to him and say "I know the word 'cheat' does not appear in the rules of golf, but that's what you just did."

[Steve Wilson]

Twenty years or so ago, I dreamed that one of the Golf Magazines had obtained the right to have one of its subscribers enter the US Open.  I was the "lucky" winner.  Dreams being the illogical things they are, I didn't get to see the course until it was my turn to play in the first round.  I could see nothing but trees and big ones at that.  Clueless I looked around and around until one of the officials or other players told me to play away.  "Where?"  I pleaded.  "There" someone replied pointing at the wall of trees.  "Where's the fairway?  I can't see the fairway."  And then there was a voice saying, "Well, it is kind of narrow."

I don't recall ever getting around to hitting the ball in this dream, but I have come to regard that dream, since my exposure to this site, as prophetic concerning course setups for the US Open.

[Michael Moore]

In last night's dream, there was an influx of new golfclubatlas.com members from Iowa.

[Evan Fleisher]

In last night's dream, there was an influx of new golfclubatlas.com members from Iowa.

"You got a problem with that?"  

[Jeff_Brauer]

I think every real gca has had the "Holy Crap, it only has 17 holes" nightmare.........

[PThomas]

I hoped it was a nightmare I was having this morning, as it is pouring rain out, on a day off from work, when I planned to play golf esp when it was  a sunny 50 degree yesterday...

unfortunately, it is reality

[Brent Hutto]

Dreams being the illogical things they are, I didn't get to see the course until it was my turn to play in the first round.  I could see nothing but trees and big ones at that.  Clueless I looked around and around until one of the officials or other players told me to play away.  "Where?"  I pleaded.  "There" someone replied pointing at the wall of trees.  "Where's the fairway?  I can't see the fairway."  And then there was a voice saying, "Well, it is kind of narrow."

Steve,

I've had a variant on that one a couple of times. I'm late getting to the course, somebody grabs me in the parking lot and tells me I'm supposed to be on the first tee and when I get there's like a dozen tee boxes with people milling around on all of them and not a fairway in sight. Somebody keeps telling me "Go ahead and tee off" but nobody can tell me what hole I'm supposed to be playing.

I wonder if I ever had that dream before the first time I played golf at Myrtle Beach...

[Craig Van Egmond]

Paul,

        It was 75 degrees here on Sunday, snowed 2-3 inches Monday night/Tuesday morning and it was back to 65 degrees on Wednesday.   What a wacky winter we are having.