I had a dream Dan Marino was my high school baseball coach. He didn’t like me so I didn’t get a uniform. I also wasn’t allowed to take batting practice. Instead he softly tossed an apple at my lampshade. I swatted the apple away from the lampshade with a tennis racket. The apple hit Dan Marino in the face. I laughed and shouted, “Fruit Face.” He began to cry. I felt bad. Dan Marino would not stop crying. I got annoyed. I was late for prom. Dan Marino was supposed to drive me. He couldn’t find his car keys. I walked to the beach. When it got dark a little boy ran out of the water and said, “You lost the state championships.”