I walked outside and walk a little basketball the size of a baseball. Two soccer balls were laughing at it and telling it that it would never be in the World Series because it was just too tiny and would never amount to anything.
The little basketball looked sad as the two soccer balls continued to laugh at him..
I began to walk over to the balls to interveve, the tiny basketball had a tiny hand attached to its side and he was now holding a sharp tac. He gouged it in each of the soccer balls that were making fun of him. They popped!
And then I woke up.