Let me tell you about the dream I had two days before Battle of Baltimore.
I had a dream that our team was out on the field about to shoot when a robot that had a razor sharp piece of metal built onto its chassis ran into us and cut the surgical tubing we use to steady the ball once it's been picked up. Later our team found out the the robot had been built specifically to cut that length of tubing on our bot and only our bot. The team was disqualified, but we couldn't shoot for the rest of the competition. I then woke up at around 2 am, muttered some gibberish about needing to pack extra surgical tubing and then fell back to sleep.
Conclusion: I might need to take a few days off.
