That’s what happened to me except replace flannels with tank tops and softball with bedazzling.
Last night I made a bit of a spectacle of myself, although I do not remember doing so. Apparently I was whimpering and screaming and jerking about in my sleep. I had been dreaming that I was in a small, white enclosure in which the wall between my room and the next was made entirely of glass. I had backed myself into a corner, terrified, as I became aware that an alien face-hugger type creature was slithering up the other side of the glass. The glass cracked with a sickening series of wet crunches and bulged inward. I began to scream.
Well this sure looks wrong..