Dream:

I’m on a tall, pyramidal structure in the middle of a wide, grassy field. The pyramid is about 50ft tall, man-made, and looks of shoddy construction, maybe of shipping crates. At the pinnacle, near where I stand with several others, is a 6ft rickety stool that rocks back and forth in the wind on its uneven legs. On the empty field in front of us a large equilateral triangle is chalked out, its base parallel with one side of the pyramid. It is a game. I watch one of my team members climb atop the stool and throw three baseballs towards the triangle. One lands far past the triangle’s tip, the second lands inside the perimeter, and the third lands shy of the base. That’s the goal. One past, one inside, one shy. Now it’s my turn. I approach the stool with the three baseballs. I climb halfway up, but realize that the legs are more uneven than I thought, and that a fall off the platform would mean a fatal plummet off the pyramid. Moreover, I realize that the movement required to throw the first ball past the triangle will require a shift in body weight that will certainly tip the stool over. I hesitate, so a team member comes over to steady the stool. “It’s too unstable,” I say. “I did it.” I shake my head. Impossible. In a blessed moment of comic relief, Senator Harry Reid comes over and tells me he’s going to show me how it’s done. Sorry, Harry, but I think we’re in the same boat.