. . . and it's so vivid that I had to make it my very first fanpost:
Here it is: My beloved Buffalo Bills are nearing the end of a hard fought game. Against all odds a victory is actually within reach! Balls have been flying all over the field, but now all they need to do is to - slow - down - catch their breath - execute a nice long clock chewing drive, move the chains and get one lousy score.
I get this terrible feeling that the very next pass play is bound to go horribly wrong. I'm screaming at the television, at Gailey, at ANYONE that will listen. 'RUN THE #%&ING BALL!!, RUN THE $#@&ING BALL!!!"
. . . but no one can hear me!! . . . and then sure enough it all plays out over and over again to the same horrible conclusion.
. . . Oh then there's something about me being naked at work and falling off a giant mushroom or something (but, I think that's unrelated.) Anybody else having this same dream?