I had a strange dream last night that the Jets traded up to the #1 pick and drafted Patrick Peterson. Peterson then suited up in full Jets gear, jumped off the stage and tackled Roger Goodell who was sitting in the front row, for some reason. After that, there was a run on DL, and Dareus was picked #8. I woke up before the Cowboys picked at #9, after hearing Chris Berman say 12 times in a row "The National Football League" in his Berman voice. Oh, and strangely, the draft was held at the dilapidated stadium in Iraq on the base I was living last summer.