Generally, I believe we should ignore pretty much all dreams. They may tell more about us than we care to know, or to share, certainly.

Though, yes, the Bible has a fair number of dreams interpreted. Thinking of Nebuchadnezzar and Daniel, in particular, and also of Joseph and the pharaoh.

But this was such a silly and odd dream, I am going to relay it, in short. Probably the first time I have done that in five years of writing this blog.

I was at some major baseball event. Perhaps the World Series. Game 6, I think, and my preferred team was down 3-2 in games. Lots of people there. I was not covering the event. Just there. Down the left-field line.

Bottom of the ninth, and the score of the game is 3-2 the other guys. (Who may have been the San Francisco Giants.)

Two outs, and up to bat comes … my grandmother Natalie, who died in 1991.

In my dream, this wasn’t quite as ridiculous as it sounds because, in my dream, she’s a semi-competent major-leaguer. Like, say, Dee Gordon or Erick Aybar.

She gets down 0-2 in the count, and that looks like that, but the pitcher begins to nibble (perhaps worried about her home run power) … and the count goes to 3-2.

Oh, and I forgot to mention the runner on first base.

When the count gets to 3-2, after a couple of desperately close pitches, I finally stand up from a spot on, like, a berm, and begin shouting, “Make it be a strike! Make it be a strike!” Meaning I want her to take the walk if the pitch is bad. But she couldn’t possibly have heard me, over the crowd of maybe 10,000.

Here comes the 3-2 pitch, and she is hacking at it, and gets just a tiny piece of it, and it dribbles a few feet in front of home plate.

Now, in my dream, my grandmother is not young. She is probably 70. Thus, she is not particularly quick out of the box.

However, the catcher — who is supposed to be a young guy in his prime, a real player, that is — rushes out for the ball and gets sorta panicked by the situation … and guns the ball about 10 feet over the first baseman’s head.

The runner has been motoring the entire time, and he is going to come around to score.

I assume my grandmother made it to first base safely — though she is slow enough that the right fielder might be able to run down the ball and throw her out. My dream didn’t reach that far.

Go ahead and interpret that one. I have no idea. Just stunningly random. I imagine we all have those, from time to time.