Some say reality is divided into planes, stacked on top of each other, intertwining and blurring and clashing and existing all together, and all apart. If there exists a plane where dreams are found, it too dances this same dance, interweaving with our existence. A multiphase existence, where the realm of dreams is also the realm of nightmares, and never was, always will be, and never will be. The Seattle Mariners often seem to exist on one of these planes as well, a plane all their own, occasionally aligning with the plane of Good Baseball Team, and sometimes with the plane of Bad Baseball Team, and sometimes somehow both, and somehow never either.
The Seattle Mariners fever dream turns into a fever nightmare in loss to Houston Astros
