With all respect to Mr. Shakespeare for borrowing his words and twisting the context just a bit.

I had a dream last night.  Like all dreams it makes far more sense in my head than it will in my weak words, but here goes anyway. 

I was  in a mall or something, watching the A's on TV (should have been my first clue it was a dream).  A guy in a blue hoodie came up and said, "You know what's the biggest problem with the A's?  Bobby Crosby."  (That part seemed very real).  I asked if he was an A's fan and he revealed an A' cap from under his blue hood. He introduced himself as Carlos and we had a nice chat while the game was on.  Finally, he had to leave.  I noticed the score was 37-14, with Toronto leading.  Was the wind blowing out?  Was this really a Raiders game? I knew we were bad so far this year, but that score was ridiculous.

Frustrated, I began searching for a comupter to check how in the world they gave up 37 runs in a single game.  I wandered the Cal-State Fullerton campus (I left the mall, I guess) looking for Carlos and answers.  I found a computer at a kiosk and checked gameday.  Big clue:  Travis Buck came in to pitch relief in the fourth inning after G. Gonzalez gave up 18 runs in the first third of an inning.  I also remember a highlight where the green & gold botched a bases loaded run-down and all four runners scored (Cabrera threw it away). There was some good news.  Cust & Giambi were having big games.  In the ninth, the A's scored 9 runs to cut the lead to 37-23 and I began to feel a glimmer of hope.  I awoke before the game ended, but I assume the A's put the tying runs on base before losing.

So here's the question:  are there others who dream in vivid, frustrating details about the A's?  I don't mean wishes or fantasy, but annoying dreams that seem to go on and on, frustrating your REM and filling your conscious state the next day.  I'd really like to know I'm not alone.  I'm not looking for interpretations as most of it appears all too simple. You don't need a multi-colored coat to break this one down.

And a note to Carlos, wherever you are.  Thanks for being there for me, but don't be afraid to pull the hood back to let your colors fly.