Thankfully, I've never had a nightmare at all related to baseball cards. But if I did, I'd imagine it would look something like this Rube Foster card. Just a head floating in a sea of some odd shade of orange. With no midsection. Just staring.
I get the feeling that these cards are gonna jump off my nightstand and attack me when I least expect it. Seriously, what the heck is going on here?! These cards aren't quite as creepy as one I previously blogged about. Luckily, there's a couple episodes of "Seinfeld" on right now (it's the "Soup Nazi" episode!), so I won't have to worry about it for another hour or so.
Why couldn't my nightmares be like the ones the Violent Femmes sang about? Then they'd actually be kinda neat. But instead I've gotta worry about these creepy floating heads and caveman drawings once the lights are out.