Reasons why my wife thinks I'm a goof, part XXXVIII
I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. Seems that in the dream, the Stanford Athletic Department had decided to move our basketball seats around. While all of my friends chose to pay extra for pretty decent seats on the lower level of the arena, I decided to save a few bucks and got cheap seats that appeared to be in the end zone area -- but when I arrived at the first game (against apparently-#1 USC), I discovered to my horror that they were actually outside the arena entirely, and offered a *very* obstructed view of the game -- couldn't even see the scoreboard.

So I went to the ticket office in the arena to complain, and the best they could do was to offer me general admission tickets that didn't guarantee any seat at all -- basically, I'd just have to find empty seats and hope that their rightful owners didn't show up. By the end of the dream, I was so pissed off that I started hitting tables and walls.

The fact that bad basketball seats qualifies as a nightmare says a bit about how nice life is for me right now. :)