So, yeah, more weird dreams. This time, I was a pitcher in Major League Baseball. I’m not sure what team I was on. Oh, and the rules for pitching were slightly different from your normal MLB game. I was required to pitch from the top of a flight of stairs. Also, I’m not sure if it was required, but I was pitching underhand. The batter stood at the landing on the flight of stairs and the catcher was down the next flight of stairs at a 90 degree angle from myself and the batter. The object was to pitch the ball into the strike zone but also somehow make it turn that 90 degrees and reach the catcher. I was not bothered by this impossibility at all. What got me frustrated was that I kept bouncing the ball off the stairs well in front of the batter. This went on for some indeterminate amount of time before I woke up.