After build season you have this dream. (Yes I actually had this dream this morning.)

Queue up Twilight Zone music:

You just have regained consciousness; it's Thursday morning in the pits. You can't find your pit, when you finally find the pit the robot is still in the bag and nobody from your team can be found. When you get the robot un-bagged. It appears to be almost completely un-assembled. As you frantically try to put it all together it appears to exceed the frame perimeter by at least 400% and weight by 100lbs. With a sinking feeling you realize you will never, ever pass inspection this season.

I am hoping this nightmare isn't someone else's real past life experience I am channeling. I think I have a new psychological disorder. I am calling it "FPRBTSD(FIRST Post Robotic Build Traumatic Stress Disorder)" The only cure is a big dose of FIRST.


.... and after Robert Palmer, if your dreams are like this ....

You better well face it, you're addicted to FIRST.