So I dreamed last night that a temporary agency had sent me to a temp job as the starting quarterback for one of those imaginary NFL teams that show up in dreams and Disney movies, the Anytown Meerkats or the Smallville Ocelots or whatever.
Further, in dreams there's apparently no spring training or whatever it is they do in football, you just show up on the day of the big game, with serious trepidations, and tell the coach "Uh, I think there's been a big, big mistake here. They sent you a forty year-old chick. I could write what I know about football on the back of a postage stamp. Longhand. With a Sharpie. I'm going to get killed out there on the first snap."
Except they were all like "No, no, go on. It'll be fine. You'll do great."
Thankfully I woke up before any serious televised humiliation or grievous bodily harm occurred.
This is possibly the weirdest variation on the "Public Speaking In Your Underwear" dream I have ever experienced.