Nightmare on HRD street.

YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES. IN THE TRAINER'S NIGHTMARE, YOU'RE STANDING IN FRONT OF A GROUP AND YOU HAVEN'T ANY IDEA WHO THE GROUP MEMBERS ARE OR WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO. FORTUNATELY, IT'S ONLY A DREAM. OR IS IT?

You're peacefully tucked in for a good night's sleep, snuggled under the covers and wearing your favorite jammies. Soon you drift off, perhaps dreaming of tropical islands, white sandy beaches, and crystal blue waters. Just when you thought it was safe, the trainer's nightmare surfaces.

Trainees run amuck, the trainer has lost control of the situation, and Murphy's Law prevails.

My own version of the trainer's nightmare goes something like this: I'm standing …