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i used to play a lot of basketball. in college i played at least a couple hours almost every day. it affected my dreaming.
i would dream every day activities but all of the sudden a basketball game would break out. eating in a restaurant, then the bus boys and waiters would become defenders and my plate was a ball. goals at each end of the restaurant would crop up. i would always rule the court, scoring at will.
in the best basketball dream ever, i was a tourist walking on a long pier in china. it was overcrowded with small chinese people. suddenly the goals popped up at each end of the pier. the small chinese people tried to keep me from scoring but could not. i towered over them. i had my game on, i was in the "zone".
once in a while the ball would bounce out of bounds, off the pier and into the water. no worries, every time it was retrieved by a tiny chinese guy who would run and jump off the pier doing crazy flips into the water.
Posted by griff at September 25, 2002 12:07 AM