From time to time I have those kind of dreams that are not too far fetched; the ones where
you wake up later and you almost believe they were real. Those dreams make you do a double-check upon awakening. For me, most of the time these dreams are about being the victim of a not-so-common crime, something like a stranger spray painting my dog. They have also been about having a wild sexual experience (with my wife of course), only to come to and realize that not only do we have a baby with us but we’re also engaging in intercourse inside of a crowded theater, something not only uncomfortable but unsanitary. My favorite dream would have to be the one when you go to an ATM to check your account balance and it says you have 7 figures in your checking account but only $300 of it is available for withdrawal. Then you wake up and realize, “I’m still broke.”
I woke up this morning from a pretty intense dream regarding the shenanigans surrounding the Downtown Railyard arena deal. It involved the death of the arena deal and the events that actually happened last Friday. Since I am no expert on the subject, I went to check my buddy Isaac Gonzalez’s Facebook page only for him to confirm it.
Wow! Is this really possible? After all of the theatrics put on regarding this arena, how could it be that something that seemed so sure to happen, falls through the cracks just like that? Then it hit me. Mayor Kevin Johnson and the Maloof’s had been in on the biggest April Fool’s joke pulled off in the history of Sacramento and the NBA, ever. I could see it now for years to come. “Hey did you hear prank about the almost arena deal in Sacramento? KJ and the Maloofs got over on a whole city and then some.”
Shortly after this in my dream, I received a private message from Isaac asking me to write an obituary. I offered my condolences and asked him who had died and he responded, “The arena deal you big dummy.” We shared an LOL and went on about our weekend.
Flash forward to this morning and I am in the throes of an obituary for the arena deal. “After a long fight and with questionable leadership, parading politicians, a public opinion war, and an appearance by the NBA’s Grand Wizard, the Downtown Railyard arena deal finally succumbed to several fatal blows early Friday morning, leaving behind a multitude of questions, a bleak future for a struggling sports franchise, and some pretty angry fans. It is survived by the Maloof family and an estranged Mayor Kevin Johnson. You will be missed.”
In this dream, the death of the arena deal has left a sour taste in the mouths of both Sacramento residents and business leaders. To some, this arena was to be a saving grace and a huge leap forward to becoming a “World-Class city.” To others, this deal was a bad idea from the start, and while they were upset at the thought of it actually going through, they found themselves rejoicing at the death of it. Then there were those who were unclear as to all that was going on with it, and they did not want to see it go through or die, but rather they wanted more answers and ultimately sought the truth surrounding the entire saga.
And now in the wake of it all, the people of Sacramento were fed up with the Mayor and the Maloof’s and were calling for change. I am not sure what kind of change exactly, but I am almost positive it has something to do with blood, the Mayor not being re-elected, the Maloof’s being ran out of town, and possibly some sort of lynching.
It sounded good to me until I got the news this morning (still in my dream) the arena deal had been revived. What was this? The arena deal had died on a Friday, its followers had been the subject of public ridicule, and now on Sunday it has risen from the dead? Something about this story sounds vaguely familiar.
By now you could probably see where this dream is going. With Easter being just last week, I could see how something resembling the story of the Resurrection could pour over into a dream about an arena deal that died for our sins. When I woke up, I immediately went to check on the internet to make sure this indeed had not happened. I was shocked to say the least to find out that for the most part it had.
The arena deal died (for the sins of who I am not clear). The Maloof’s, now under heavy fire in the media, are being asked to get out of town but leave the Kings. Mayor Kevin Johnson, who some may call the Judas Iscariot of the bunch, is still not the most popular
guy in the world, but then again that is nothing new. The only thing that did not hold true to my dream was the actual rising of the arena deal from the dead. But as they say, “the day is young,” so who knows what will become of this all? The only thing I know after the events of the last year is that anything can happen, and most likely, it will.
The dream itself threw me for a loop. Up until now, the whole arena deal had been of little interest to me. Aside from the Mayors over dramatic and stereotypical antics and the “yes!” heard throughout the state, I generally had not given the subject it much thought. But one of those head doctors that interpret dreams would probably say that after this dream, I have deep seeded issues surrounding the arena and Easter and a fear of commitment when it comes to new relationships and spending money I do not have. They would probably be right. I for one can say that I am not happy at someone else’s failures, but more so happy that it’s over.
I would just like to add in closing that my goal was not to offend anyone with the biblical parallels I made with the arena story and the death of Jesus Christ. It just so happens that that is the first thing that jumped out at me and stuck. If for whatever reason the story seems blasphemous at any point, there is perfectly good explanation for that. That is because it probably is. It could be worse however, I could have written an entire short story about this all and entitled it “The Passion of the Downtown Arena”.