The song says that alcohol “doesn’t make you do a thing. It just lets you.”

By this logic, garlic doesn’t make you have nightmares. It just lets you.

I rarely have nightmares anymore.

The other night I had a soccer dream.

I quit soccer my junior year of high school to take up the art of mischief and in doing so turned my back on my team. I had been on the team only five years or so, but this meant that at that point in time I had ran, practiced, and played with and against my brothers almost daily for almost a third of my life.

In the dream I returned. I didn’t take up the uniform but helped them by filming a clutch game and uploading the video to youtube. The video revealed that in a goal counted against them the ball didn’t fully cross the line. The results of the match were overturned and the world was paradise again.

In my waking life I returned to soccer at age 23 and played on the local semi-pro indoor circuit for two years, until a team I built and captained placed second in the city tournament. Accomplishing this brought closure on that phase of my life.

So the dream was not about spherical objects, running on a manicured pitch damp with dew, or winning and losing. It was not about unfulfilled potential.

The dream was about commitment, my commitment to others, those on my team and those perceived to be against it. I must follow through on that to which I am committed.