I had the weirdest dream last night, which by itself isn't all that odd. What is weird is that I remember it. I am usually terrible at remembering my dreams.
I was filling in as baseball coach for a team my son used to play for. I got there, assumed the third base coach position, and realized that we were playing with a very large van an U-Haul trailer in the middle of the field. This apparently fazed no one, so the game continued. With a runner on first, one of the players hit a ball up the middle, which should have scored two runs, but the umpire decided to call them both out. I got into an argument with the umpire and threw steamed rice on him. This was not odd because there was a very large pile of it at home plate.
This is when I realized that it is hard for me to yell in dreams because you apparently need your lungs to work to yell properly, which I tried to do. Unfortunately, this also causes one to wake up, realizing that you are yelling to your bedroom, "You are just trying to create an two-out situation". The dream ended there. Thankfully, no one was in said bedroom to hear me act like a crazy person.
Dreams are fun.