Melvin Mosley
April 13, 1997 8:01 AM
I’m new to all of this. The fact that you’re someone real – that I’m not just dreaming this – I still can’t really understand it. It’s scary when you take the time to really think about it, you know? I think back to all the dreams and nightmares I can remember and wonder “How many of those did other people see?”
That’s wild to think about. How many people somewhere in this world were with me when I dreamed that I went to school naked? Or even something simple like when I would dream about traveling to another country like Dubai. Did I really travel there? Were the people I met actually living in Dubai that very moment in real life? That’s the stuff I spent most of my days wondering about ever since I found out about this.
The way I found out was weird. I learned how to play golf in high school. We had a team and I wasn’t great at any other sport so my buddy suggested I join him in trying out. So we did and we both made it. He was way better than me but I wasn’t too bad. I picked it up slowly but I definitely had a love of the game.
Like any kid playing a sport they loved, I dreamed about being the hero on the biggest stage. It’s like those kids that imagine that their Michael Jordan in the finals once they learn how to play basketball. I imagined myself at the Masters. Each time I’d be going from hole to hole by myself while I cheered myself on. Looking back it was pretty lonely but I enjoyed it.
One night, I was having the same dream but there was a crowd around me the entire time. It was a massive crowd of people who were pushing each other just to get a look at me as I shot. They’d get super quiet as I lined things up and then they’d scream in laughter and applause when I sunk the shot. It was like an entire group of fans that just showed up one night out of the blue. At first I thought I just improved my dream by adding fans but something about them was different. I would look into the crowd and look at their faces and everyone just looked so incredibly real. They didn’t look like the other people who would pop up in my dreams. The people I imagined. I could see them clearly. They talked to each other and seemed like they all knew each other. I could hear every word they said.
Then, after I sunk my last hole one of them stepped out of the crowd and walked up to me. It was this girl who looked like she might have been a little younger than me. She congratulated me and gave me a hug and it all felt so incredibly real. When she stepped back, she said my name and told me she was real and that she brought her friends with her to cheer me on. I didn’t get what she meant at first but she explained it until I did. She opened my eyes to all of this and she giggled as she watched me take it all in with complete surprise. I’ve never been the same since.
