I was covering a minor league baseball Game, maybe the St. Paul Saints. (Maybe this means I should get back into sports?)
At the end of the Game, I had to do something; something like look at papers or transmit something electronically, or something. But I couldn't do it because some guy was in the way and needed the space to do his thing first. So either I couldn't get to these papers or I had these papers and I had to leave them there until this dude got done.
So I waited. Checked in a couple times, and nope, that guy ain't done. Finally was, and so I went to, like, the clubhouse or the media room or something ... and the papers were gone. I ask a couple guys back there what the hell happened to those papers. And then a dog appears; they say that the dog ate the papers.
And then I woke up.
I think this means I have suppressed grievances somewhere.
At the end of the Game, I had to do something; something like look at papers or transmit something electronically, or something. But I couldn't do it because some guy was in the way and needed the space to do his thing first. So either I couldn't get to these papers or I had these papers and I had to leave them there until this dude got done.
So I waited. Checked in a couple times, and nope, that guy ain't done. Finally was, and so I went to, like, the clubhouse or the media room or something ... and the papers were gone. I ask a couple guys back there what the hell happened to those papers. And then a dog appears; they say that the dog ate the papers.
And then I woke up.
I think this means I have suppressed grievances somewhere.
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