Dreamt I was looking at an old comic-style drawing of kids playing baseball in a muddy lot in the early 1900s, when I suddenly found myself in the scene itself, which turned out to be a movie about the early life of Babe Ruth, starring a young John Candy as Babe Ruth.
While talking with a young woman about how he didn't have a social life anymore because he was always playing baseball, he threw two baseballs at a teammate who he felt wasn't paying good enough attention on the field.
I walked a short distance to a nearby bridge and watched people walk along a snowy moonlit path that ran the length of the river below the bridge. The snow sparked in the moon light, and I was overcome with emotion by the beauty of the scene, thinking to myself that everything in dreams is always so beautiful. Then I woke up