I Had a Dream

It was a doozy too. One of those dreams you wake up from and then feel a sense of contentment, even jovial humor.

It happened this past spring. I decided to record my memory of it. Here’s what I recorded at 5:34 in the morning this past April 23:

[Cue dream sequence]

So, yeah: I had a dream featuring Murray Rothbard, his non-existent daughter, my progeny, Tom Seaver and Oil Can Boyd. Good luck with that one, Dr. Freud. I can only imagine what the bad doctor from Vienna would come up with here, but suffice it to say that I don’t want to know.

At the risk of doing some of my own, obviously limited and biased dream interpretation, I’ll assert the following:

1. I was reading Mises’s Human Action [1] at the time, stunned by its brilliance. The golden rod is the truth. Murray Rothbard is the greatest apostle and expositor of Mises. The truth made Rothbard joyful. It is thought that at the end of his life he was moved by close friends like Lew Rockwell to convert to the Truth of Catholicism. I hope Our Lord conferred on both of them a baptism of fire and grace at the very end.
2. The shop is the collection of the practical and praxeological fruits of their work. Human cooperation with each other in harmony with God’s created natural and divine order is the essence of our true prosperity and real mirth.
3. I really love golf. It’s a source of enjoyment and peace for me. Getting a full set of clubs and a new bag from a Rothbard would be awesome.
4. The constant worry of a father is to ensure that in his time on earth that his children will be equipped with what they need to be virtuous, happy, and holy when you are gone. Calling back to check on them and tell them I love them is a heavenly prayer, of which I know they believe.
5. Tom Seaver died recently. He represents my good memories about childhood, recollections that I hope and pray I’ll be able to impart to my little guy as he becomes less and less, well, little.
6. Oil Can Boyd pants-ed me to keep me humble and to understand that I have to laugh at myself at times. I seem to remember that he liked playing pranks on his teammates. We need more charitable pranks. Aquinas called this self-levity an aspect of eutrapalia.

Vive les rêves et l’eutrapale!

1. I will be publishing my notes on Human Action on this site/blog. Interested parties are also encouraged to look up #ReadHumanAction on Twitter/X since I have posted passages and comments on the book through my handle, @HotH2OHistory.