{"id":14257,"date":"2008-10-23T07:38:39","date_gmt":"2008-10-23T11:38:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=14257"},"modified":"2014-03-19T18:25:32","modified_gmt":"2014-03-19T22:25:32","slug":"flying-with-bears","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2008\/10\/23\/flying-with-bears\/","title":{"rendered":"Flying with Bears"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had a dream this morning in which I was flying to a football game.  And when I say flying, I mean without a plane.  I was swooping through the air along city streets, like a superhero, but never more than a couple of dozen feet above the ground. I soon realized that I wasn&#8217;t in the air under my own power&#151;the only reason I appeared to be aloft was that I was dangling at the end of a wire attached to a moving crane.<\/p>\n<p>When I got to the stadium, it suddenly came to me that I wasn&#8217;t just there to attend a game&#151;I was actually the new owner.  And I was the coach as well.  I know nothing about football (or any other sport, really; that&#8217;s just the way I am), so luckily my pal Gene O&#8217;Neill, with whom I attended  the Clarion Writing Workshop back in 1979, was there to advise me.  Good thing, too, because I desperately needed to pick his brain.  For some reason he was dressed quite formally, in a business suit, as if ready for church or a wedding, while I was my usual casual self.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2141\/2367490667_ba31710473.jpg?v=0\" \/><\/p>\n<p>As we spoke, I was sitting at a table and  flipping through the sports sections of various newspapers, trying to glean as much information as I could about football, but also trying to figure out the name of the team of which I was now in charge, because I couldn&#8217;t seem to access that memory.  I woke while doing that, riffling the pages and scanning headlines, just as I realized that the team for which I was now responsible was the Bears.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a dream this morning in which I was flying to a football game. And when I say flying, I mean without a plane. I was swooping through the air along city streets, like a superhero, but never more than a couple of dozen feet above the ground. I soon realized that I wasn&#8217;t [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[12,83],"class_list":["post-14257","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-dreams","tag-gene-oneill"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14257","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14257"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14257\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14258,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14257\/revisions\/14258"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14257"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14257"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14257"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}