Last night I had a dream that I was playing football in gym class. The last thing I remember was seeing the ball on the ground and diving for it. I awoke on the floor next to the bed, my wife asking if I was okay.
"I was gonna score a touchdown," I said. As I awoke fully, I added, "I can't even score a touchdown in my dreams." Regular readers may recall a similar dream a year ago wherein I was a college student trying to start a relationship with Anne Hathaway. Alas, I was unable to score with her in my dreams, either.