even my dreams are rightous

[elephantgiraffe]

there's a scene from a dream last night that I clearly remember and entirely agree with. In the dream I was in the Mets offices at the park, purchasing season tickets. As they handed me the thick stack of tickets, a bunch of mets employees were congratulating me on my purchase. Then, as I was turning to leave, one of them asked 'so are there any games you know you don't need? I can go ahead and post them on stubhub for you.' I don't remember verbatim what my response was in the dream, but that it was basically the same as I would have said in waking life. In short, the answer was an emphatic no, followed by the evils of ticket reselling sites.

So clearly, my dream self works much in the same way as the more corporeal me. I also appreciate how it was mets season tickets, not the yankees.